A perfect day
by e. e. cummings
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and 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 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 eyes awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
Comments
Sunday blessings, Kathleen.
Boomer: Two in a row! Another lovely day. Hope yours was, too!
Darsden: Thank you. Hope yours was lovely, too!
Pyzahn: Thinking 'bout you
PHST: Thank you for your comment and your visit!
Janie: Feels like you just wrote another stanza for e. e. Thank you for your lovely comment!
Skywalk: OK, will do!
doubt unimaginable You?
The third stanza does use wonderful words. I like the picture too!