Potential Titles: e.e. cummings

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The poet's name is rendered differently in different sources. I have followed the style of each source for the snippets from each. I'm not going to try to untangle the poet's preferences at this remove. Additionally, Cummings is one of those poets whose work gets titled differently in different sources. This means there may be duplicate snippets that I failed to notice.


If (and when) roses complain - e.e. cummings ???

Roses (you feel certain) will only smile - e.e. cummings ???

The jostling and shouting of merry flowers - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

Skipping high-heeled flames courtesied before my eyes - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

Floating hands were laid upon me - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

Whirled and tossed into delicious dancing - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

Up with the pale important stars - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

Over time and tide and death leaping - E. E. Cummings "Amores (I)"

the holy city which is your face - E. E. Cummings "Amores (II)"

beheld night's speechless carnival - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IV)"

painting of the dark with meteors - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IV)"

meteors streaming from playful immortal hands - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IV)"

the bursting of the wafted stars - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IV)"

one by one stars flutter into dust - E. E. Cummings "Amores (V)"

the breaking of your soul upon my lips - E. E. Cummings "Amores (V)"

the smiting sky tense with blending - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VI)"

gold crescendo and silver muting - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

darkness and beauty of stars - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

petals danced against my eyes and down - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

down the singing reaches of my soul - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

offered up each fragrant night - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

and brush the mischief from her eyes - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

where dwells the breath of all persisting stars - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VII)"

the glory is fallen out of the sky - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"

the last immortal leaf is dead - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"

the gold year a formal spasm in the dust - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"

the passing of all shining things - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"

lead us into the serious steep darkness - E. E. Cummings "Amores (VIII)"

by certain foolish perfect hours - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IX)"

because i trust him to your grace - E. E. Cummings "Amores (IX)"

with refrain of unreasoning summer - E. E. Cummings "Amores (X)"

by responding ways cloaked with renewal - E. E. Cummings "Amores (X)"

and the language of leaves repeats - E. E. Cummings "Amores (X)"

i have been sometimes true to Nothing - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

never spoke ill of the pretty stars - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

the serene the complicated and the obvious - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

true only to the noise of worms - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

the square virtues and the oblong sins - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

incorruptible Nothing under the ample sun - E. E. Cummings "Amores (XI)"

Who live in furnished souls - E. E. Cummings "the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls"

In its box of sky lavender and cornerless - E. E. Cummings "the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls"

A fragment of angry candy - E. E. Cummings "the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls"

Steeped in burning flowers - ee cummings "Crepuscule"

Will take the sun in my mouth - ee cummings "Crepuscule"

And leap into the ripe air - ee cummings "Crepuscule"

Complete the mystery of my flesh - ee cummings "Crepuscule"

pride keeps you from the pawn shop - E. E. Cummings "La Guerre"

The doting fingers of prurient philosophers - E.E. Cummings "La Guerre (II)"

Has the naughty thumb of science prodded - E.E. Cummings "La Guerre (II)"

True to the incomparable couch of death - E.E. Cummings "La Guerre (II)"

Answerest them only with spring - E.E. Cummings "La Guerre (II)"

whose warmest heart recoiled at war - E. E. Cummings "i sing of Olaf glad and big"

With eyes a little sorry - e e cummings "in just-spring"

and were you very sorry to come away? - E. E. Cummings "[little tree]"

As small as a world and as large as alone - E. E. Cummings "maggie and milly and molly and may"

Always ourselves we find in the sea - E. E. Cummings "maggie and milly and molly and may"

Their ghostly roots - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

No smallest voice - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

Feel the mountains grow - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

The valleys of the sea - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

Through griefs of joy - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

Marched against the dark - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

Build a world with snow - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

A heart to fear - e.e. cummings "my father moved through dooms of love"

Faith’s last doubt - e.e. cummings "nothing false and possible is love…"

Love’s a universe - e.e. cummings "nothing false and possible is love…"

into the strenuous briefness - E.E. Cummings "Post Impressions (VI)"

Probably made of roses & hello - E.E. Cummings "Post Impressions (VI)"

Through the young and awkward hours - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

With April feet like sudden flowers - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

And all her body filled with May - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

Delirious feet of the Princess Salome - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

In the noise of Herod's silence - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

A flower of so pure surprise - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

The sharp and thirsty blood of Paris - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

Not all the Troys of Helen's beauty - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

To undertake Medea's rescuing eyes - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

A gesture of immaculate perfume - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

Wrists which hint at flight - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

Adroit blood's mysterious skein - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

A costly morsel of sweet tears - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

Crowd gaily upon oblivion - E.E Cummings "Puella Mea"

kisses are a better fate than wisdom - E. E. Cummings "[since feeling is first]"

and death i think is no parenthesis - E. E. Cummings "[since feeling is first]"

somewhere i have never travelled - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

gladly beyond any experience - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

your eyes have their silence - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

you open always petal by petal - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

the snow carefully everywhere descending - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

equals the power of your intense fragility - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

rendering death and forever with each breathing - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses - E. E. Cummings "somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond"

whose white voices pass upon forgetting - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

o'er whose night three willows wail - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

a slender dimness in the unshapeful hour - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

condemnatory fingers thinned of pity - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

the moved myriads wonderfully loved - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

shall seek all blossoms that do learn - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

who will their hungering whispers hear - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

to be immortal is our doom - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

Our feet tread sleepless meadows sweet with fear - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

the currency of faint cities eternal - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

from steep hills by darkness softly brought - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

a noise of petals falling silently - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

from huge trees drenched by a rounding moon - E. E. Cummings "Songs (I)"

while a bee dozes on the poppies - E. E. Cummings "Songs (II)"

by oaks and roses deliberated - E. E. Cummings "Songs (II)"

against the strong silences of your song - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

in trembling thirds of anguish quivers - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

whose hand my folded soul shall know - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

The peaceful terrors of the snow - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

Fall in a pride of petaled hours - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

opening in a rare Slowness of gloried air - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

The flute of morning stilled in noon - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

noon the implacable bassoon - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

Twilight seeks the thrill of moon - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

washed with a wild and thin despair of violin - E. E. Cummings "Songs (III)"

Make early flowers of all things - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IV)"

Moist eyes are at kisses playing - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IV)"

Though love be a day and life be nothing - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IV)"

On a great horse of gold into the silver dawn - E. E. Cummings "Song (V)"

Four lean hounds crouched low - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Riding the echo down into the silver dawn - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Softer be they than slippered sleep - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Four fleet does at a gold valley - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

The famished arrow sang before - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Riding the mountain down into the silver dawn - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Paler be they than daunting death - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

Four tall stags at a green mountain - E. E. Cummings "Songs (V)"

his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine - E. E. Cummings "Songs (VII)"

for every mile the feet go the heart goes nine - E. E. Cummings "Songs (VII)"

shallowness of sunlight falls - E. E. Cummings "Songs (VIII)"

walk the longness of autumn - E. E. Cummings "Songs (VIII)"

From each brave eye shall sprout a tree - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IX)"

A rose shall beget the spring - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IX)"

My strong fingers beneath the snow - E. E. Cummings "Songs (IX)"

Which comes carefully out of Nowhere - E. E. Cummings "Spring is like a perhaps hand"

Above the heights of immemorial hills - E. E. Cummings "Summer Silence"

Fills the empty vault of Night with shimmering bars - E. E. Cummings "Summer Silence"

Where the lake distils its misered bounty - E. E. Cummings "Summer Silence"

The utter silence of the untranslated stars - E. E. Cummings "Summer Silence"

The busy needle of her light to bring - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

And stitch, and stitch, upon the dead day's shroud - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

And dives beneath the world - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

One pure trembling drop of cadence - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

A meek thrush whisper to the dark - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

The cold ripple sneering on the rocks - E. E. Cummings "Sunset"

magical maybes of certainly - e.e. cummings "warped this perhapsy… (9)"


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