“I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism o…”— E. E Cummings, amazon.com
“Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt...”— E. E Cummings, amazon.com
“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”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“along the brittle treacherous bright streets of memory comes my heart,singing like an idiot, whispering like a drunken man”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tints of yellow dawn, into the women-coloured twilight”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“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”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I.”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com
“love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark”— E. E. Cummings, amazon.com