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

e.e.cummings - i have found what you are like