Poem: ee 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 vermilion departure

swim,sayingly;

(Do you think?)the

I do,world

is probably made

of roses & hello:

(of solongs and,ashes)