Path finder

One of my regular ports of call is An Overgrown Path.
If you want to see why, click here.
One recent Overgrown Path post really caught my eye: Eric Whitacre outsells Mozart
Lots of stuff about Mr Whitacre.
Apparently, he is quite famous.
I had never heard of him.
Which says something about me, I suppose.
Anyway, it's a good read.
Toward the end of Overgrown Path's post, there is a link to an mp3 download.
So, I downloaded.
And listened.
Nice.
Go down the path some more?
The CD is called Cloudburst.
It's on the UK's Hyperion label.
Hyperion: Cloudburst
Fourteen poems set to music.
Choral works. Choral, works.
What works opens with a poem by E. E. Cummings.
It's E.E. Cummings, not ee cummings, nor e.e. cummings, by the way.
Don't believe me?
Brothers and sisters, see here: NOT "e.e. cummings"
Anyway, I recognized the title of the poem, and decided it deserved a public airing.
A websearch will easily find it, but Cummings was a stickler for typography and whatnot, and several versions out there in cyberspace (does anyone say "cyberspace" anymore?) are somewhat careless.
So. . . what follows is what I studiously transferred from my E. E. Cummings 100 Selected Poems (Grove Press edition).

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)

Cool, eh?
Cloudburst CD?
My birthday is coming up soon. I may just very well treat myself.