I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
e. e. cummingsAn intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects
e. e. cummings(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)
e. e. cummingsO sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee ,has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty .how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover thou answerest them only with spring)
e. e. cummings