Friday, January 30, 2009

i have found what you are like

I love the way the words toss around like a salad in my head whenever I read an e.e cummings poem. His use of the sculptural form, the sounds it creates adds so much to the imagery.

i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of gren thrilling light
with thinned

newfragile yellows


--in the woods


And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
your kiss

e.e cummings

*** argh, sorry for the multiple edits, it keeps de-formatting, so the shape isn't present...

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