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I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) I 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 (here is the root of the root and the bud of th..
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poetry
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E.E. Cummings |
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96e2e4d
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To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like
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e.e. cummings |
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f92f0d5
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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.
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e.e. cummings |
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60609e0
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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness
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E.E. Cummings |
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i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... An..
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poetry
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e.e. cummings |
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62e54f4
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I'd rather learn from one bird how to sin
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constructive-living
inspirational
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E.E. Cummings |
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cf8ea37
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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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inspirational
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e.e. cummings |
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since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms
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kiss
love
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E.E. Cummings |
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b7c4666
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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut v..
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E.E. Cummings |
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
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poetry
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E.E. Cummings |
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08989b2
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I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.
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e.e. Cummings |
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may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pul..
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youth
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E.E. Cummings |
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let it go -- the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise -- let it go it was sworn to go let them go -- the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers -- you must let them go they were born to go let all go -- the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things -- let all go
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e.e. cummings |
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may i feel said he (i'll squeal said she just once said he) it's fun said she (may i touch said he how much said she a lot said he) why not said she (let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she) may i stay said he (which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she may i move said he is it love said she) if you're willing said he (but you're killing said she but it's life said he but your wife ..
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E.E. Cummings |
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nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
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e.e. cummings |
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Anybody can learn to think, or believe, or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel... the moment you feel, you're nobody -- but-yourself -- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else -- means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.
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individuality
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e.e. cummings |
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be4d9bc
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a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.
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inspirational
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e.e. cummings |
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in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem) in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find) and in a mystery to be
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E.E. Cummings |
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7c39469
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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth
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E.E. Cummings |
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cc34dc6
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i do not know what it is about you that closes
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poetry
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e.e. cummings |
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9a04061
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since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
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poetry
flowers
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E.E. Cummings |
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f476352
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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and--
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E.E. Cummings |
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l(a le af fa ll s)o ne li
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poem
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e.e. cummings |
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96e6321
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when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because
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reasoning
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E.E. Cummings |
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If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I'd be in suspense For on such a pretense You wouldn't be you. If fear was plucky, and globes were square, And dirt was cle..
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reality
identity
if
contradictions
opposites
poetry-quotes
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E.E. Cummings |
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who knows if the moon's a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky--filled with pretty people? ( and if you and I should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,where always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves
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balloon
hot-air-balloon
lunar
spring
flowers
moonlight
luna
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e.e. cummings |
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cd8933b
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here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
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e.e. cummings |
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may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
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e.e. cummings |
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we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms
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E.E. Cummings |
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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E.E. Cummings |
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Love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live
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yes
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E.E. Cummings |
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Humanity i love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting it's there and sitting down on it and because you are forever making poems in the lap
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poetry
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e.e. cummings |
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i am a little church(no great cathedral) far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities --i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest, i am not sorry when sun and rain make april my life is the life of the reaper and the sower; my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving (finding and losing and laughing and crying)children whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness around me surges a miracle of unceasing birth an..
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E.E. Cummings |
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dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind) trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward) honour the past but welcome the future (and dance your death away at this wedding) never mind a world with its villains or heroes
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E.E. Cummings |
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You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we'll leave it far and far away-- (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and-- Just tired. So am I. But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart-- Open to me! For I will ..
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E.E. Cummings |
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i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes
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e.e. cummings |
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you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain
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E.E. Cummings |
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the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
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E.E. Cummings |
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778a940
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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise
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E.E. Cummings |
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53ea712
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love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one
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poetry
reason
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E.E. Cummings |
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255feb3
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Seeker Of Truth seeker of truth follow no path
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e.e cummings |
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9b7d872
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the mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one afternoon.
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E.E. Cummings |
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f67a216
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existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)
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E.E. Cummings |
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tomorrow is our permanent address and there they'll scarcely find us(if they do, we'll move away still further:into now
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E.E. Cummings |