Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E. E. CUMMINGSYours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
E. E. CUMMINGSI fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
E. E. CUMMINGSTomorrow is our permanent address.
E. E. CUMMINGSProgress is a comfortable disease.
E. E. CUMMINGSNotice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGSOne’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
E. E. CUMMINGSMost people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CUMMINGSDo not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
E. E. CUMMINGSSomewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
E. E. CUMMINGSAmerica makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
E. E. CUMMINGSYour head is a living forest full of songbirds.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
E. E. CUMMINGSLove is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
E. E. CUMMINGS