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e.e. 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

            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

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