e. e. cummings | happy thanksgiving

21 11 2012

Photo by Norbert Blei

POETRY DISPATCH No.385 | November 22, 2012

e.e. cummings

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

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 awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

–e.e. cummings

  

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6 responses

21 11 2012
Moriah LaChapell

Thanks for posting this.

21 11 2012
Marty Robinson

i like cummings. And also corny guys like Guest.

Thanksgiving
BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST
Gettin’ together to smile an’ rejoice,
An’ eatin’ an’ laughin’ with folks of your choice;
An’ kissin’ the girls an’ declarin’ that they
Are growin’ more beautiful day after day;
Chattin’ an’ braggin’ a bit with the men,
Buildin’ the old family circle again;
Livin’ the wholesome an’ old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.

Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother’s a little bit grayer, that’s all.
Father’s a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an’ to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin’ our stories as women an’ men.

Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we’re grateful an’ glad to be there.
Home from the east land an’ home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an’ best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We’ve come for a time to be just what we are.
Here we can talk of ourselves an’ be frank,
Forgettin’ position an’ station an’ rank.

Give me the end of the year an’ its fun
When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An’ I’ll put soul in my Thanksgivin’ prayers.

22 11 2012
Robert M. Zoschke

I prefer Rocky Balboa’s verse on Thanksgiving:

Adrian: “Rocky, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?”
Rocky: “Whaddaya talkin’ ’bout, Adrian.”
Adrian: “Thanksgiving, Rocky, what are you doing for it?”
Rocky: “Thanksgiving? It’s just another Thursday in November.”

22 11 2012
Lowell B.Komie

Cummings, a real society jerk and anti-semite…..”how do you like your blue eyed boy Mr. Death? ” answer….”Not much”

Lowell B. Komie

24 11 2012
eve

To Robert and Lowell,

Why not be the change you’d like to see in the world?

Lowell, don’t be a jerk if you don’t like them.

Robert, if it’s just another day, do you write such comments daily?

e.e. cummings shares
the joy of words, language, song with us all
still
fifty years after his death

I thank you, Norbert Blei, for sharing his Thanksgiving poem and for your lovely photo, too.

25 11 2012
Nancy

Thanks, Eve, and Marty. Thanks, Norb. Lovely poems. Lovely photograph. I was glad for them.

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