Copyright Interpure 2026
Crepuscule
by Edward Estlin 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 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 E. E. Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on October 14, 1894. His poetry collections include No Thanks (The Golden Eagle Press, 1935), W(ViVa) (Liveright, 1931), and Tulips and Chimneys (T. Seltzer, 1923), among others. He died on September 3, 1962, in North Conway, New Hampshire.
Copyright Interpure 2026
Crepuscule
by Edward Estlin 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 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 E. E. Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on October 14, 1894. His poetry collections include No Thanks (The Golden Eagle Press, 1935), W(ViVa) (Liveright, 1931), and Tulips and Chimneys (T. Seltzer, 1923), among others. He died on September 3, 1962, in North Conway, New Hampshire.