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Sunday Morning Special in April: Prelude by e.e. cummings

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Prelude

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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Oh dear. Yeah, I realize it’s Saturday. The train left the station a day early! Said cavalierly. (Am I fretting? Yes.)

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7 Comments

  1. ah, so good, Jennifer. yes. the big vermilion departure. the time we have between the roses and the ashes. YES. this too…”April is the the promise that May is bound to keep”. ~Hal Borland xo

  2. This edition and Mary Jo’s contribution are sustenance for the soul! I’ll add:

    “After all, I don’t see why am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every spring there is white dogwood.”
    – Anne Morrow Lindbergh

  3. Well, it’s Sunday here in Australia. We are still hanging with the roses and G’days.

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