Sunday, July 13, 2014

Crepuscule / E.E. Cummings


I will wade out
                                       till my thighs are steeped in burn-
ing flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                                                      with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                                     in the sleeping curves of my
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                                         Will I complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
                          After a thousand years
                   And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

E.E. Cummings (1894-1962)
from Eight Harvard Poets, 1917

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]

E.E. Cummings biography

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