into the strenuous briefness <br />Life: <br />handorgans and April <br />darkness, friends <br /> <br />i charge laughing. <br />Into the hair-thin tints <br />of yellow dawn, <br />into the women-coloured twilight <br /> <br />i smilingly glide. I <br />into the big vermilion departure <br />swim, sayingly; <br /> <br />(Do you think?) the <br />i do, world <br />is probably made <br />of roses & hello: <br /> <br />(of solongs and, ashes)<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-the-strenuous-briefness/
