More from E. E. Cummings

  1. we sans love equals mob
  2. all which isn't singing is mere talking : and all talking's to oneself alone but the very song of(as mountains feel and lovers)singing is s…
  3. Mostpeople have been heard screaming for international measures that render hell rational -i thank heaven somebody's crazy enough to give m…
  4. hugest whole creation may be less incalculable than a single kiss
  5. without any doubt he was whatever(first and last) most people fear most: a mystery for which iv'e no word except alive
  6. now I lay me down to dream of(nothing i or any somebody or you can begin to begin to imagine) something which nobody may keep.
  7. they work and they pray and they bow to a must though the earth in her splendor says May
  8. the cunning the craven : they live for until though the sun in his heaven says Now

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