Эдвард Каммингс цитаты

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„Чтобы стать самим собой, требуется немало мужества.“

„Наиболее впустую прожитый день — это день без смеха.“

„С вашей идеей согласятся значительно охотнее, если вы заявите, что впервые её высказал Бенджамин Франклин.“

„Нужна смелость , чтобы вырасти и стать тем , кем вы являетесь на самом деле!“

„А поцелуи — удел лучше,
Чем мудрость.“

„Я могу не много.
Мир разорвать и выбросить
К черту; иль
Причиной беспричинного облака стать роста,
Но, ты верь
Всегда, мощнее,
Слабость моя любой мощи
(меньше этих всех мельче
самых дождинок мельчайших) крупно
Теряю я, мелко
Приобретаю (звёзд всех коснуться
иль пожить на луне
немного) и пусть время
Спешит, мы кончить
К кончине успеем.“

“Life, for eternal us, is now”

“they work and they pray
and they bow to a must
though the earth in her splendor
says May”

“nothing except the impossible shall occur”

“ye! the godless are the dull and the dull are the damned”

“without any doubt he was
whatever(first and last) most people fear most:
a mystery for which iv'e
no word except alive”

“no evil is
so worse than worst you fall in hate with love —human one mortally immortal i
can turn immense all time's because to why”

“completely dare
be beautiful”

“all which isn't singing is mere talking
…
and all talking's to oneself alone
but the very song of(as mountains
feel and lovers)singing is silence”

“how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any — lifted from the no
of all nothing — human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?”

“and nothing quite so least as truth
—i say though hate were why men breathe—
because my father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all”

“It may take two people to make a really beautiful mistake”

“when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man”

“when you confuse art with propaganda, you confuse an act of God with something which can be turned on and off like the hot water faucet. If "God" means nothing to you(or less than nothing)I'll cheerfully substitute one of your own favorite words,"freedom". You confuse freedom—the only freedom—with absolute tyranny…
all over this socalled world, hundreds of millions of servile and insolent inhuman unbeings are busily unrolling in the enlightenment of propaganda.”

“though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose, roses(you feel
certain) will only smile”

“The one…thing which mattered about any poem (so ran my second poetic period's credo) was what the poem said; it's 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.”

“A distinct throat. Which breathes. A head: small, smaller than a flower. With eyes and with lips. Lips more slender than light; a smile how carefully and slowly made, a smile made entirely of dream. Eyes deeper than Spring. Eyes darker than Spring, more new... These, these are the further miracles... the breasts. Thighs. The All which is beyond comprehension — the All which is perpetually discovered, yet undiscovered: sexual, sweet, Alive!”

“when you confuse art with propaganda, you confuse an act of God with something which can be turned on and off like the hot water faucet. If "God" means nothing to you(or less than nothing)I'll cheerfully substitute one of your own favorite words,"freedom."”

“Simple people, people who don't exist, prefer things which don't exist, simple things.
"Good" and "bad" are simple things. You bomb me = "bad." I bomb you = "good."”

“My theory of technique, if I have one, is very far from original; nor is it complicated. I can express it in fifteen words, by quoting The Eternal Question And Immortal Answer of burlesk, viz. "Would you hit a woman with a child?”

“my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world”

“An artist doesn't 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."”

“So, ungentle reader, (as you and I value what we should ashamed—after witnessing a few minor circus-marvels—to call our "lives,") let us never be fooled into taking seriously that perfectly superficial distinction which is vulgarly drawn between the circus-show and "art" or "the arts." Let us not forget that every authentic "work of art" is in and of itself alive and that, however "the arts" may differ among themselves, their common function is the expression of that supreme alive-ness which is known as "beauty."”

“we sans love equals mob”

“true wars are never won”

“no sunbeam ever lies”

“Here life is, moves; faintly. A wrist. The faint throb of blood, precise, miraculous... And they talk of dying! The blood delicately descending and ascending: making an arm. Being an arm. The warm flesh, the dim slender flesh filled with life, slenderer than a miracle, frailer... These are the shoulders through which fell the world. The dangerous shoulders of Eve, in god's entire garden newly strolling.”

“milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone

for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea”