Bom dia

Prelude

into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April,
darkness,friends

i charge laughing
Into the air-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight

i smilingly
glide. I
into the big vermilion departure
swing,sayingly;

(Do you think?)the
i do, word
is probably made
of roses & hello:

(of solongs and,ashes)

e.e.cummings, Selected Poems, Richard S. Kennedy (ed.), Liveright, New York, 2007.