Into the Strenuous Briefness
into the strenuous briefness
Life:
hand organs 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)
(Into the Strenuous Briefness by ee Cummings)