E.E. Cummings

I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love(who's imagined,therefore limitless)love's to giving as to keeping's give;as yes is to if,love is to yes

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

l(aleaffalls)oneliness

How do you like your blue-eyed boy Mr Death?

i thank You God for most this amazingday: for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky; and for everythingwhich 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 birthday of life and of love and wings: and of the gaygreat happening illimitably earth)how should tasting touching hearing seeingbreathing any---lifted from the noof all nothing---human merely beingdoubt unimaginably You?(now the ears of my ears awake andnow the eyes of my eyes are opened)

may I be I is the only prayer

to hell with literaturewe want something redblooded

twice I have lived forever in a smile

a pretty girl, who naked isis worth a million statues

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.

mr youse needn't be so spryconcernin questions artyeach has his tastes but as for ii likes a certain partygimme the he-man's solid blissfor youse ideas i'll match yousea pretty girl who naked isis worth a million statues

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.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

love is thicker than forgetmore thinner than recallmore seldom than a wave is wetmore frequent than to failit is most mad and moonlyand less it shall unbethan all the sea which onlyis deeper than the sealove is less always than to winless never than aliveless bigger than the least beginless littler than forgiveit is most sane and sunlyand more it cannot diethan all the sky which onlyis higher than the sky

for every mile the feet gothe heart goes nine

love being such, or such,the normal corners of your heartwill never guess how muchmy wonderful jealousy is dark

I am an i poet.