by 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.
(I who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;
this is the birthday of life and 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 unimaginably You?
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
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