ee cummings poem

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 all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

I love e e cummings. I studied one of his poems in my first year of English lit and it was an absolute masterpiece. Like that man really breaks language - that man really transcends language - he does exactly what a poet should do. His work is like a playground apparatus and your're like a kid getting on it and under it and through it and you're figuring out if there ever even was an intended specific use for this contraption - but the specific intended use was for you to explore it such as you have, and that's so incredibly beautiful. And beyond that, he just strips it all back, you know? it's so raw and bare and alive and true - its incredible - if there's any structure in the language that he considers even somewhat obsolete, he just immediately discards it. No time for that, we've got meanings to convey!!! wake up honey, we're being human!!! He was also a painter, and his paintings are wonderful too. He was a true Artist - like he was overflowing with artistic energy. I could really just go on and on and on.