Hello my friends!
I hope you are well. This morning when I woke up the sun was so bright through my curtains. The day was a blank page: unwritten, full of hope.
Here is a poem which I think captures that momentary feeling of simple, unthought joy; it holds the moment still and allows us to see it again. Definitely read this poem aloud, if you get a chance.
i thank You God for most this amazing, by ee 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 birth
day 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 unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
First off, don’t worry if you feel like you don’t ‘understand’ this poem! You don’t need to. Most of us first encounter ‘poetry’ in school; many never recover from the experience. We’re often taught that poetry is something to be decoded, that language is something to be unpeeled until we can get at the poem’s message, until we can find an answer. But poetry is not answers. Poetry is questions.
Cummings’ odd syntax here produces an exhilarating energy which forces us to revel in the language as it happens; to be comfortable with not fully knowing what’s going on. Allow yourself to enjoy it, even if you don’t know why!
All my love,