And the typical poem

To end the week, here's a poem that would be considered typical of Cummings.  This is the 67th poem in his 1958 "95 Poems", the same book as the sonnet "i carry your heart with me(i carry it in" that I posted at the beginning of the week:
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By E.E. Cummings

this little huge

-eyed per-
son(nea
-rly burs-

ting with the

in
-expressib-
le

num

-berlessn-
ess of her
selves)can't

u

-nderstan-
d my o
-nl-

y me