.
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-colored 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)
—E. E. Cummings
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