i thank You God for most this amazing
e.e.cummings
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
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The first stanza of this poem has been a daily prayer of gratitude for me for many years now. Every time I speak it, I am delighted by the song of it, by its wisdom.
i thank You God for most this amazing day – This reminds me that truly each day is amazing, regardless of what goes on, whether it is to my liking or not. And there is something about ‘most’, placed where it is, that emphasizes this for me.
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees/and a blue true dream of sky – Do you not feel the spirits of trees, especially in this springtime, their exuberance, and not just green but greenly? And then cummings takes true blue, so time worn, and turns it around so that the sky changes colour for me.
and for everything/which is natural which is infinite which is yes – The world is natural and infinite (well, we hope) and this is also his way of saying yes. This whole poem is such a YES to life that it gives me joy each time I hear it. Try listening to it spoken aloud in your own voice. What do you hear?
All day Saturday during the Mysterium I was so conscious of “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” as I sat in my garden working with a poem To Sadness! And all I could do was rejoice in the light and the air and everything that sang of Yes! Thank you, Jan. What an exquisite prayer of gratitude.
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Thank you dear Wendy. It is indeed ‘an exquisite prayer of gratitude’.
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Yes! Greenly spirits and a blue true dream. To drink in the infinite through the miracle of spring. Thanks Jan, for this heart-lifting poem.
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And hasn’t this spring seemed even more of a miracle than ever!
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Wow, this poem stops me in my tracks – turns me on my head – shakes me awake.
Beautiful. Margaret
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That’s the beauty of poems, waking us up to their beauty!
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