"i thank you God for most this amazing"

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i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue 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 ilimitably 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

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  1. woodbirdMay 28, 2011 at 5:53 AM

    like like

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  2. Nature-DrunkMay 28, 2011 at 9:41 AM

    One of my favorites.

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  3. Wild_BillMay 29, 2011 at 7:11 AM

    ee cummings is my personal favorite. And that you chose this particular poem is wonderful. Thanks.

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  4. Emily BrisseMay 30, 2011 at 5:54 PM

    I can't imagine anyone who loves the natural world not loving cummings. So wonderful. Thanks for the comments!

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