i have found what you are like <br />the rain <br /> <br /> (Who feathers frightened fields <br />with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields <br /> <br />easily the pale club of the wind <br />and swirled justly souls of flower strike <br /> <br />the air in utterable coolness <br /> <br />deeds of gren thrilling light <br /> with thinned <br />newfragile yellows <br /> <br /> lurch and press <br />--in the woods <br /> which <br /> stutter <br /> and <br /> sing <br />And the coolness of your smile is <br />stirringofbirds between my arms;but <br />i should rather than anything <br />have(almost when hugeness will shut <br />quietly)almost, <br /> your kiss<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-found-what-you-are-like-2/
