e.e. cummings, i thank You God for most this amazing. read and listen.
14 October 2010 § 4 Comments
(inspired by amber)
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
by every star
16 August 2009 § 1 Comment
Greeting the voluptuous end of summer, and remembering future deep sighs of bracing chill–any transition, really, isn’t always seamless. Sometimes it looks like a snaggle-toothed rope bridge over a bottomless canyon or a child’s big need for complete and comfortable. The tomatoes are heavenly, though, and the tuberoses never stop singing the scent of simply sweet.
it is by every star a different time
and each most falsely true
Everything yanks on me (and the worst thing is unfulfilled words) so i have to organize my yielding–the most efficient and the best for you–but my soul gets empty that way.
Living alone with people is the worst thing.