Lest you have wondered whether I am, indeed, a hopeless romantic, allow me to write and remove all doubt. Yesterday, I offered Exhibit "A" as proof, and today, I offer Exhibit "B". Follow me over to A Deeper Story writing about Amber (again), and a professorial pedagogical genius, and that grand poet, ee cummings.
Professor Atkinson met us at the door of the lazy Fayetteville bistro, took Amber by the hand and said, “pardon all these ambitious paper chasers. Aside from your husband, they are the most boring companions. I’m so glad you could make it, and I have a surprise for you.” With that, he turned, clinked a water glass with a fork, and declared to the small group, “thank you all for coming. Please have a seat and let’s begin.” He waited for each of us to find our respective table settings, composed himself, and then, with a flair that can only be described as theatric, he recited the following poem by EE Cummings from memory.
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