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i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun into my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against the 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. Cumming