33448063 - trailing roses on garden door ii


by e.e. cummings

into the strenuous briefness
handorgans and April

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

(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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