E. E. Cummings

life’s not a paragraph / And death i think is no parenthesis

— E. E. Cummings

a man who had fallen among thieves / lay by the roadside on his back / dressed in fifteenthrate ideas / wearing a round jeer for a hat

— E. E. Cummings

tomorrow is our permanent address / and there they’ll scarcely find us (if they do, / we’ll move away still further: into now

— E. E. Cummings

nothing except the impossible shall occur

— E. E. Cummings