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 gren 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