Friday, January 23, 2009

e e cummings; Forest Hills Cemetery; Boston

No certain poem is my favorite because I have many favorites; but the one I'll copy below, written by the man buried beneath the stone pictured above, is the one this agnostic has had tucked in his wallet since 1969 when a friend (thank you Bill Haushalter) first read it to me in Ann Arbor.  The very best moments of my life were lived within and described by this poem:

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 wake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

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