E. E. Cummings


E. E. Cummings
American poet
Edward Estlin "E. E." Cummings, often styled as e e cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. He wrote approximately 2,900 poems; two autobiographical novels; four plays and several essays. Wikipedia
Born: 14 October 1894, Cambridge, Massachusetts, United States
Died: 3 September 1962, Madison, New Hampshire, United States
Spouse: Marion Morehouse (m. 1934–1962), Anne Minnerly Barton (m. 1929–1932), Elaine Orr (m. 1924–1924)
Awards: Bollingen Prize, Guggenheim Fellowship for Creative Arts, US & Canada
Quotes
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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Books
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Selected Poems, 1923‑58
1960
The Enormous Room
1922
100 Selected Poems
1926

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