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)

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Poet: e.e. cummings
Poem: into the strenuous briefness
Poem of the Day: Aug 17 2000

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