Ein Gedicht für den Morgen -

- wenn er so wird wie der heutige (Und wenn nicht: Sind wir nicht wieder wach und finden uns inmitten eines lebendigen Getümmels? Wie könnten wir Aus-dem-Nichts-und-der-Nacht-Gehobene zweifeln am unvorstellbaren Du - und an uns?):

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)

--e.e. cummings: xaipe, no 65