#e.e.cumming

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

[jennwilllove]

let it go - the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise - let it go it was sworn to go let them go - the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers - you must let them go they were born to go let all go - the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things - let all go dear so comes love

"let it go" by e.e. cumming

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E.e.Cummings

<< Relax and give the play a chance to strut its stuff—relax, stop wondering what it is all 'about'—like many strange and familiar things, Life included, this play isn't 'about,' it simply is. . . . Don't try to enjoy it, let it try to enjoy you. DON'T TRY TO UNDERSTAND IT, LET IT TRY TO UNDERSTAND YOU.>>

about 'HIM'- 1928

[nothinggoldcanstay8]

and what i want to know is how do you like your blue-eyed boy

E.E. Cummings

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the way to hump a cow is not...

the way to hump a cow is not... by E. E. Cummings the way to hump a cow is not to get yourself a stool but draw a line around the spot and call it beautifool to multiply because and why dividing thens by nows and adding and(i understand) is hows to hump a cows the way to hump a cow is not to elevate your tool but drop a penny in the slot and bellow like a bool to lay a wreath from ancient greath on insulated brows (while tossing boms at uncle toms is hows to hump a cows the way to hump a cow is not to push and then to pull but practicing the art of swot to preach the golden rull to vote for me(all decent mem and wonens will allows which if they don't to hell with them) is hows to hump a cows  

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I am...

   " You are tired,     (I think)     Of the always puzzle of living and doing;     And so am I.          Come with me, then,     And we'll leave it far and far away—     (Only you and I, understand!)          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.          But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,     And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—     Open to me!     For I will show you the places Nobody knows,     And, if you like,     The perfect places of Sleep.          Ah, come with me!     I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,     That floats forever and a day;     I'll sing you the jacinth song     Of the probable stars;     I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,     Until I find the Only Flower,     Which shall keep (I think) your little heart     While the moon comes out of the sea."          e.e. cumming