Monday, March 9, 2009

Yesterday afternoon







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)

e.e. cummings

Oh to play outside on a Sunday!

3 comments:

Lanee said...

I luh-hu-hove the poem! Thank you for that. And the little peooople!

Lori Fern said...

So I am a huge slacker! I finally blogged but nothing poetic and I love to read yours. But hey I am getting old. I am 35 you know.

Rachel EM said...

Ah, yes. Thank you, Eric Whitacre.