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E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings

I Will Wade Out

I will wade out
                       till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                      Alive
                                                with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                      in the sleeping curves of my body
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
lipping
flowers
            And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

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