Love is thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequenter than to fail it is most mad and moorland less it shall Bethan all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to winless never than aliveness bigger than the least beginless littler than forgive it is most sane and Finland more it cannot die than all the sky which only is higher than the sky

— E.E. Cummings

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

— E.E. Cummings

May come home with a smooth round stones small as a world and as large as alone.

— E.E. Cummings

May I be I is the only prayer

— E.E. Cummings

May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's Sunday may I be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile

— E.E. Cummings

Miracles are to come. With you, I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can Loveland who shall be continually reborn, a human being.

— E.E. Cummings

Mr house needn't be so spryconcernin questions arty each has his tastes but as for ii likes a certain party gimme the he-man's solid bliss for house ideas I'll match Yousef pretty girl who naked Isis worth a million statues

— E.E. Cummings

Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands-excerpt of #35 from "100 Selected Poems

— E.E. Cummings

No time ago or else a life walking in the dark met Christmases)my heart flopped overland lay still while he passed(as close as I’m to you yes closer made of nothing except loneliness.

— E.E. Cummings

O government Français, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Forte; for when Governments are found dead there is always a little doll on top of them, pulling and tweaking with his little hands to get back at the microscopic knife which sticks firmly in the quiet meat of their hearts.

— E.E. Cummings