Mar '03 [Home]

Poetry

. . .

Masters


Feature:
Departures


Twelve


into the strenuous briefness
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 so longs and, ashes)