Tuesday, September 09, 2014

anniversaire



I recently celebrated my birthday. And on that day, somebody I admire was sitting across from me, and reciting one of my favorite poems. Later that night I roamed around my favorite parts of the city and found a cozy nook to read poetry. (Appropriately the poetry room at City Lights). My gift to myself? An e.e. cummings book of course! 

(And Dad, if you were worried I spent my birthday sitting alone reading poetry in a rocking chair, don't worry, I went out and did other stuff too :P)

Celebrating adulthood by playing on the playground

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