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)
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