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)
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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)
(Poem by e.e. cummings; photos by Marie-Josee Mont-Reynaud; compiled by Randy Mont-Reynaud)
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