I love EE Cummings. I love people who write things that make me feel fully alive again– as if, just by finishing it, I have been resuscitated in a way I didn’t even know I needed. I am grateful for people who get over themselves and dare to express these sort of sentiments for the world to sigh and marvel at together. Poets like EE Cummings share their heart in the moments when no would ever think to listen. It’s these secret marvels exposed that show us bits of ourselves and God and I love it.
i am a little church (no great cathedral)
| i am a little church(no great cathedral) far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities -i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest, i am not sorry when sun and rain make april my life is the life of the reaper and the sower; around me surges a miracle of unceasing i am a little church(far from the frantic winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to ee cummings |
I have one of his poetry books at home and first discovered it there…I copied this from online though (a little tedious to type it all out).
It’s just precious! My little blogging buddy! Who’s New Wine cruisin? B-ton and K-dawg fo life.
oh goodness. please don’t ever say that again.
Which part? Blogging buddy? Sorry. I know that was a bit presumptuous. New Wine cruisin’ for life, yo. Peace out, B-ton-dizzy.
I can picture b-ton and k-dawg new wine cruisin’ and messin with the old peeps. fo sho!