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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 of death Humanity i hate you

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 of death Humanity i hate you

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Hate, Love You, Forever
E. E. Cummings (1959). “100 Selected Poems”, p.18, Grove Press

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. The last thing he saw was you naked amid unnaked things.

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Beautiful, Moon, Wings
E. E. Cummings (1996). “Tulips and Chimneys”, p.137, W. W. Norton & Company

O to be in finland/ now that russia's here)

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Russia, Finland
E. E. Cummings (1997). “XAIPE”, p.43, W. W. Norton & Company

a salesman is an it that stinks to please but whether to please itself or someone else makes no more difference than if it sells hate condoms education snakeoil vac uumcleaners terror strawberries democ ra(caveat emptor)cy superfluous hair

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Hate, Hair, Differences
E. E. Cummings (1959). “100 Selected Poems”, p.86, Grove Press

i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my uncle Sol and started a worm farm)

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Uncles, Buttons, Coffins
E. E. Cummings (1996). “Is 5”, p.11, W. W. Norton & Company

The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.

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Life, Song, Lovers
"95 poems (91)". Book by E. E. Cummings, 1958.

that strictly(and how)scienti fic land of supernod where freedom is compulsory and only man is god.

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Men, Land, Compulsory
e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat

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Men, Ideas, Thieves
E. E. Cummings (1959). “100 Selected Poems”, p.28, Grove Press

how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any lifted from the no of all nothing human merely being doubt unimaginable You?

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Breathing, Touching, Doubt
E. E. Cummings (1994). “Selected Poems”, p.167, W. W. Norton & Company

Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.

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Comedian, Movement, Burlesque

By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.

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Way, Prison, Assured
E.E. Cummings (2015). “The Enormous Room”, Xist Publishing

anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did.

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Summer, Spring, Autumn
'50 Poems' (1949) no. 29

what if a much of a which of a wind gives the truth to summer's lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun and yanks immortal stars awry?

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Summer, Stars, Lying
e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.75, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.

e. e. cummings
Children, Father, America

If at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you've written one line of one poem, you'll be very lucky indeed.

e. e. cummings
Fighting, Years, Feelings

all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes

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Dream, Sleep, Wish
E. E. Cummings (1959). “100 Selected Poems”, p.74, Grove Press

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