into the strenuous briefness
by e.e. cummings
into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness, friends
i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight
i smilingly glide. I
into the big vermilion departure
swim, sayingly;
(Do you think?) the
i do, world
is probably made
of roses & hello:
(of solongs and, ashes)
Hmmm, Nan,that made me have goosebumps!
ReplyDeleteI adore Cummings, and this is especially nice!
ReplyDeleteThank you both so much for commenting. I've loved him since I was a girl, and spent quite a few years just writing in small letters in homage. :<)
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