The Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds.
e. e. cummingsLet must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel.
e. e. cummingsin a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self "somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real:imagine somewhere real flowers,but I can't imagine real flowers for if I could,they would somehow not Be real" (so he smiles smiling)"but I will not everywhere be real to you in a moment" The is blond with small hands "& everything is easier than I had guessed everything would be;even remembering the way who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing
e. e. cummings