e. e. cummings

i have found what you are like

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 green 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

(EN ESTE POEMA HAY COMO BIEN MUCHOS ESPACIOS, SANGRÍAS RARAS Y FRASEO CURIOSO. COMPRE USTED UN LIBRO Y LO HALLARÁ EN SU VERSIÓN ORIGINAL, PORQUE BLOGGER ME IMPIDE HACER MÁS. DE TODAS MANERAS, ¿NO ES HERMOSO?)