April 11, 2010

Food for the Sunday Studying Soul

I Will Wade Out
by E. E. Cummings

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
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
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

1 comment:

  1. e.e cummings is my favorite! he has the best collection of poems! i havent heard this one though :)