In an essay in The Crowning Privilege (1955), poet Robert Graves spends some time in praise of American modernist poet, e.e.cummings--an unlikely enthusiasm for Graves, the arch classicist and poetic mythologist. Amusingly, Graves praises cummings for being unabashed "to write, endite and publicly recite so intrinsically corny a sonnet as the one beginning":
i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue dream of sky and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
