Today, in spite of the January-ness of the calendar, it’s 77 degrees and sunny — a day too beautiful for prose. So I offer you this: e. e. cummings’s, “i thank You God for most this amazing.”
You are welcome.
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)
Here he is, reading it.