i thank You God for most this amazing day - e.e. cummings
I'm not too familiar with e.e. cummings aside from the little bit I read about him in the back of our book, which I found a little surprising. The way he writes would make me think that he was uneducated, or maybe dyslexic (even the words in the title seem like they're out of order...shouldn't it be "for this most amazing day"? it just seems a little weird the way he does it). But low and behold! He's a Harvard scholar! Who was also a prisoner of war...which may explain the first line of his second stanza. Because being a prisoner of war I'm sure doesn't make you feel alive until you walk away freely into the sunny day.
I do like his depiction of the sun's birthday, and it reminds me of Shakespeare's (whom I've actually come to appreciate for some reason) "Sonnet 18." Shakespeare personifies the sun by making him "the eye of heaven." Then also, John Donne has a small monologue with the sun in his poem "The Sunne Rising." I'm assuming that there was some sort of influence, going on here, or each of these poets just really love the sun, which is cool too.
This should be the prayer that is said at the beginning of the day. We should be thankful for each day that we wake up and find everything in the perfection we so adore.
I kind of see this poem as a dream though, because at the end he has those two lines in parentheses "(now the ears of my ears awake and / now the eyes of my eyes are opened)". It seems like he was dreaming of this ever so perfect day, and at the end of the poem he awakes ... it kind of makes me want to know whether his dream came true or if he awoke to a gloomy cloudy day...how ironic would that be?
I do like his depiction of the sun's birthday, and it reminds me of Shakespeare's (whom I've actually come to appreciate for some reason) "Sonnet 18." Shakespeare personifies the sun by making him "the eye of heaven." Then also, John Donne has a small monologue with the sun in his poem "The Sunne Rising." I'm assuming that there was some sort of influence, going on here, or each of these poets just really love the sun, which is cool too.
This should be the prayer that is said at the beginning of the day. We should be thankful for each day that we wake up and find everything in the perfection we so adore.
I kind of see this poem as a dream though, because at the end he has those two lines in parentheses "(now the ears of my ears awake and / now the eyes of my eyes are opened)". It seems like he was dreaming of this ever so perfect day, and at the end of the poem he awakes ... it kind of makes me want to know whether his dream came true or if he awoke to a gloomy cloudy day...how ironic would that be?


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