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)
Just how perfect this poem is for Autumn and what am i feeling lately. One of my favorite poem of e.e. cummings. A wonderful description of what life is all about..... unfair, sometimes hard, it is short but simply AMAZING! And i feel like Autumn describes what life is.
