By E. E. Cummings; S. Foster Damon; Robert Hillyer; R. S. Mitchell; William A. Norris; John Dos Passos;
"I will wade outtill my thighs are steeped in burn-ing flowersI will take the sun in my mouthand leap into the ripe airAlivewith closed eyesto dash against darknessin the sleeping curves of mybodyShall enter fing