a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of this night when souls which have forgot frivolity in lowliness,noting the fatal flight of worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dream down eager avenues of lifelessness consider for how much themselves shall gleam, in the poised radiance of perpetualness. When what’s in velvet beyond doomed thought is like a woman amorous to be known; and man,whose here is alway worse than naught, feels the tremendous yonder for his own— on such a night the sea through her blind miles of crumbling silence seriously smiles

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes

e. e. cummings

There is no music unless the drum and the drummer are one.

e. e. cummings

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.

e. e. cummings

yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds

e. e. cummings

...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

e. e. cummings

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