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e.e. cummings. ahora todos los dedos de este árbol. Xaipe. [41]
e.e. cummings. si el. XAIPE. [08]
Congrats to @bcbuchanan & best wishes @rediamond8 #xaipe 🇵🇰 (at Boonville, California)
and now you are and i am now and we're a mystery which will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before--
excerpt from Xaipe, E. E. Cummings
All the earth has turned to sky
e.e. cummings, from his collection "Xaipe"
so many selves(so many fiends and gods each greedier than every)is a man (so easily one in another hides; yet man can, being all, escape from none) so huge a tumult is the simplest wish: so pitiless a massacre the hope most innocent(so deep's the mind of flesh and so awake what waking calls asleep) so never is most lonely man alone (his briefest breathing lives some planet's year, his longest life's a heartbeat of some sun; his least unmotion roams the youngest star) —how should a fool that calls him "I" presume to comprehend not numerable whom?
e.e. cummings from "Xaipe" (c)1950
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 allnothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
Recording of E. E. Cummings (1894-1962) reading his poem "i thank You God for most this amazing" from his book "XAIPE."
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO JENNIFER CHEN?
remember that time we actually hung out? what the fuck, jen......you're gonna make me sit here and listen to Siouxsie all by myself?