Living Inside an E. E. Cummings Poem

"Yes," my mother said when I asked her if I should flip the switch on her coffee pot. I was already paying homage to my little single cup machine when she scuffed around the corner in her flowered pajamas. "Wheeeeeee," she said as I lifted the silver toggle on her coffee maker.

That enthusiastic exclamation made me think of E. E. Cummings.

Here are two of his poems  for your reading enjoyment:

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 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)

[in Just-]

BY E. E. CUMMINGS

in Just-

spring          when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

whistles          far          and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far          and             wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's

spring

and

         the

                  goat-footed

balloonMan          whistles

far

and

wee

The olives from the previous evening's martini are another thing to look forward to in the morning. Wheeeeeeee.