Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.
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
Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves... Honor and love him...do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
If 180 million people want to be undead, thatâ€™s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.
twice I have lived forever in a smile
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.
Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh
since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid
...and down they forgot as up they grew.
And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love
Spring slattern of seasonsyou have soggy legsand a muddy petticoatdrowsyis your hair youreyes are sticky withdream and you have a sloppy body frombeing brought to bed of crocuseswhen you sing in your whisky voicethe grass rises on the head of the earthand all the trees are put on edgespringof the ex
when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because.
things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision
I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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
love is thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin le
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 li
what time is it?its is by every star a different time,and each most falsely true ...
Spring is like a perhaps hand
the courage to receive time 's mightiest dream
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility
So far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art was, is, and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.
mr youse needn't be so spry concernin questions arty each has his tastes but as for i i likes a certain party gimme the he-man's solid bliss for youse ideas i'll match youse a pretty girl who naked is is worth a million statues
When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of gren thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press --in
To destroy is always the first step in any creation. E. E. Cumming
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
There are certain things in which one is unable to believe for the simple reason that he never ceases to feel them. Things of this sort - things which are always inside of us and in fact are us and which consequently will not be pushed off or away where we can begin thinking about them - are no long