Monday, November 13, 2006

ee 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


-in the woods


And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
your kiss


JavaBomberman said...

ah, prose. yes... prose.

Poke said...

E. E. Cummings... ugh. No punctuation or capitalization. That's not a revolutionary Idea for poetry, that's an E-Mail.

And yes, the mention of his name strikes a nerve... a silly, useless nerve.

Anonymous said...

Heh, see, I like Cumming's style. I think I'm too much of a grammar Nazi to do it myself, but it frees up the flow of a lot of the work that might be hindered by punctuation. Though I've never known why he didn't at least capitalize. It's almost more jarring NOT to see it.