now that, more nearest even than your fate
and mine (or any truth beyond perceive)
quivers this miracle of summer night
her trillion secrets touchably alive
— while and all mysteries which I or you
(blinded by merely things believable)
could only fancy we should never know
are unimaginably ours to feel –
how should some world (we marvel!) doubt, for just
sweet terrifying the particular
moment it takes one very falling most
(there, did you see it?) star to disappear.
The hugest whole creation may be less
incalculable than a single kiss
e. e. cummings
Reading that I can't help but have the feeling that Cummings, for all his yankeeness, must have been an extremely passionate person. I mean, is there any more all encompassing faith expressed in the power of human love?
"All in green went my love riding." Also. Too. As well.
ReplyDeleteEven made a lovely song, performed by Joan Baez.
while and all mysteries which I or you
ReplyDelete(blinded by merely things believable)
could only fancy we should never know
Is there a better summary of what atheists are missing while "blinded by merely things believable", only they're so unaware of themselves that they believe they know them.