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"nothing except the impossible shall occur"

E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings
Edward Estlin Cummings, commonly known as e e cummings or E. E. Cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. During World War I, he worked as an ambulance driver and was imprisoned in an internment camp, which provided the basis for his novel The Enormous Room (1922). The following year he published his first collection of poetry, Tulips and Chimneys, which showed his
"nothing except the impossible shall occur"
"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"
"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"
"We doctors know a hopeless case if — listen: theres a hell of a good universe next door; lets go"
"pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease: your victim (death and life safely beyond) plays with the bigness of his littleness"
"—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man"
"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."
"and liars kill their kind but her,my love creates love only our"
"what if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of its grave and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?"
"An artist doesnt live in some geographical abstraction,superimposed on a part of this beautiful earth by the nonimagination of unanimals and dedicated to the proposition that massacre is a social virtue because murder is an individual vice. Nor does an artist live in some soi-disant world,nor does he live in some so-called universe,nor does he live in any number of "worlds" or in any number of "universes." As for a few trifling delusions like the "past" and "present" and "future" of quote mankind unquote,they may be big enough for a couple of billion supermechanized submorons but theyre much too small for one human being."
"ye!the godless are the dull and the dull are the damned"
"The one...thing which mattered about any poem (so ran my second poetic periods credo) was what the poem said; its socalled meaning ... Thus it will be seen that, by the year 1900, one growing American boy had reached exactly that stage of "intellectual development" beyond which every ungrowing Marxist adult of today is strictly forbidden ... ever to pass."