e.e. cummings is wonderful.

i have found what you are like

the rain

(Who feathers frightened fields

with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

and swirled justly souls of flower strike

easily the pale club of the wind
the air in utterable coolness deeds of gren thrilling light

yellows

lurch and.press

with thinned newfragile
--in the woods which stutter

And the coolness of your smile is

and sing
stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost,

your kiss