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X Hooked--E.E. Cummings

i thank You God for this most amazing
song played in sweet frenzy on twenty-six wires ,give or take
:for the leaping spirits of voice
and a blue true dream of grass;and for everything
which bill brought natural, infinite which is yes
in his most frail gesture are things which enclose me ,breathless

my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
after final flatt run
(i who have died am alive again today in Big Mon’s last whisper),
and this is the high’s birthday;and this is the birth
day of lonesome and love and wings that fly away ,oh Lordy ,and of the gay
sixteenth notes that leave no trace on the page…if there were a page.
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing making last even another moment
any other
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable without him?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened ,and rose
is little and Georgia and mine for just one last tune)

Posted By: Rick Cornish