by ee cummings
i have found what you are like
by e.e. cummings
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
I spend way too much thinking about me.
This is the blank space where that paragraph should be.
I love that stutter/and/sing. Thank you for posting this. Is it a typo, or is there honestly no ending parenthesis, because my mind was waiting for the one that ended the aside opened with (Who feathers frightened fields ?
A complex metre, which is typical of Cummings, no? To introduce the poem with that alliteration, signifying simply the metre, then putting in lines like stutter/and/sing that defy the iambic metre of feathers frightened fields. It’s doubly provoking, this poem, with its priority of descriptions and its metre. Thank you again.
You’re welcome, Jay. Yeah, I think this is as Cummings wrote it…