e.e. cummings

The season isn’t quite right for this poem, which speaks of “leaping greenly spirits of trees,” but it’s my Thanksgiving poem nevertheless.  An achingly beautiful hymn of gratitude. 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 [...]

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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 [...]

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