One of his poems of gratitude:
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 of 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 e.e. cummings
Sigh. This is one of those poems that I like to let wash over me. Imagining that I’m laying on my back on a Huck Finn type raft, floating downstream, gazing skyward, dreamy. Hearing e.e. cummings read his poem for the first time, I felt joined with him in this prayer poem of gratitude. Wow!
What does this poem evoke for you? Read and/or listen to it a few times. Savor the way the words flow. What images arise?