Songs (IV)
into the smiting 
sky tense 
with 
blend 
ing 
the 
tree        leaps 
                           a stiffened exquisite 
i 
wait the sweet 
annihilation of swift 
flesh 
i make me stern against 
your charming strength 
O haste 
                annihilator 
drawing into you my enchanting 
leaves
 From XLI Poems (The Dial Press, 1925) by E. E. Cummings. This poem is in the public domain.