#E. E. Cummings

[havingapoemwithyou]

[love is a place] by e. e. cummings

[charles-jpg]

love, unconditionally | in honor of charles' renewal

if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands. - jean paul sartre

[symphonyoflovenet]

...it’s you–nobody else–who determine your destiny and decide your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

e. e. cummings

[metamorphesque]

(trees are their roots and wind is wind)

E. E. Cummings, dive for dreams

[thefeawl]

“To be nobody-but-yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody but yourself—means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight—and never stop fighting.” –E. E. Cummings

[derangedrhythms]

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant 

E. E. Cummings, from [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

[museenkuss]

the mauve

of twilight (who slenderly descends,

daintily carrying in her eyes the dangerous first stars)

— E.E. Cummings, “Paris; this April Sunset completely utters”

[howthebestwaslost-blog]

- E. E. Cummings

[full poem]

[philosophors]

// Art: “Rednal Wood, Winter” by Elijah Walton

“To be 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.”

— E. E. Cummings

[elizabethanism]

E. E. Cummings

[ella-felicityqueen]

i love you much (most beautiful darling) more than anyone on the earth and i like you better than everything in the sky -sunlight and singing welcome your coming although winter may be everywhere with such a silence and such a darkness no one can quite begin to guess (except my life) the true time of year- and if what calls itself a world should have the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such sunlight as will leap higher than high through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each nearness) everyone certainly would (my most beautiful darling) believe in nothing but love

e.e. cummings

[davidhudson]

E. E. Cummings, October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962.

1958 self-portrait.

[unbiviosicuro]

[vlindervin7]

[dead-as-i-tread]

i like my body when it is with yours

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 how's.  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 like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh�� And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new

-E. E. Cummings

[poemaseletras]

É preciso coragem para crescer e se tornar quem você realmente é.

E. E. Cummings