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

lurch and.press

--in the woods
which
stutter
and


sing

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

e.e cummings


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