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

I find Cummings' idiosyncratic use of punctuation and capitalization irritating, to say the least. But there is an irrepressible joy about this poem that I can't help warming to despite that. And some amazing use of language: 'human merely being', and 'a blue true dream of sky', and so on. Read it, read it aloud, read it again, let it thrill your heart with thanks to God for this creation.

The Comcast guy finally fixed the problem with our internet today - after a week without it. It's been an... interesting... experience. Obviously, I've had access in the library so it's not that I've been absolutely cut off from the world. But I have really missed it at home, which is where I normally blog, check blogs, write emails, check Facebook etc. - all the fun stuff! And when I'm at the library, I feel guilty about doing those things when I ought to be working.

So now prepare yourselves for a whole spate of guilt-free blogging. I have photos from New England, stories about Harriet Beecher Stowe and Mark Twain, an article from the Telegraph about British TV in America, a handful of theological reflections, and notes from classes (who knew Dr Poythress was an American Idol fan?) all lined up for your entertainment and education. Stay tuned!