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time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

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Love Is, Sky, Long
e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.53, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.

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Travel, Memorable, Three

yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds

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World, This World
E. E. Cummings (1998). “No Thanks”, p.58, W. W. Norton & Company

Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.

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Knowledge, Imagination, Buried
1951 'Jottings', in Wake, no.10.

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.

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Tired, Thinking, Littles
E. E. Cummings (2013). “Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte”, C.H.Beck

suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

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Flower, Men, Life Is
E. E. Cummings (2013). “Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte”, p.23, C.H.Beck

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

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E. E. Cummings (1994). “Selected Poems”, p.65, W. W. Norton & Company

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

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Romantic, Valentines Day, Fate
E. E. Cummings (1996). “Is 5”, p.77, W. W. Norton & Company

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

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Inspirational, Thinking, Life And Death
e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.28, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

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Kissing, Attention, Syntax
e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.28, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects

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Fighting, Intelligent, Causes
E. E. Cummings, Richard Kostelanetz, John M. Rocco (1999). “AnOther E.E. Cummings”, p.276, W. W. Norton & Company

Progress is a comfortable disease.

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Fear, Progress, Atheism
1 x 1 no. 14, l. 1 (1944)

Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands.

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Heart, Player, Men

Life ,for eternal us,is now

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Eternal
E. E. Cummings, Richard Kostelanetz, John M. Rocco (1999). “AnOther E.E. Cummings”, p.271, W. W. Norton & Company

Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.

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Love, Humanity, Pawns
XLI Poems (1925) "La Guerre," no. 2

I am someone who proudly and humbly affirms that love is the mystery-of-mysteries, and that nothing measurable matters 'a very good God damn'; that 'an artist, a man, a failure' is no mere whenfully accreting mechanism, but a givingly eternal complexity-neither some soulless and heartless ultrapredatory infra-animal nor any understandingly knowing and believing and thinking automaton, but a naturally and miraculously whole human being-a feelingly illimitable individual; whose only happiness is to transcend himself, whose every agony is to grow.

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Believe, Artist, Animal

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

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Alive

Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.

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Hands, Mountain, Despair

The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

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Sweet, Feet, Soul
e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, p.29, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

You shall above all things be glad and young.

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Young, Glad, All Things
e. e. cummings (2014). “100 Selected Poems”, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

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Witty, Art, Money

i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of all nothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

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Dream, Eye, Gay
E. E. Cummings, Richard Kostelanetz, John M. Rocco (1999). “AnOther E.E. Cummings”, p.182, W. W. Norton & Company

So far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art was, is, and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality.

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Art, Forever, Individuality

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

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Life, Beautiful, Death

Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?

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Breathing, World, Unreal

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