All in green my love went riding

I spent a wonderful amount of time today in a large Taiwanese bookstore properly diving into E.E. Cummings' poetry... when I read it at a younger age, I had thought,
"LAWD, THE SYNTAX - IT'S MAGICAL AND NONSENSICAL ALL AT ONCE, HOW WILL I EVER MAKE SENSE OF IT?"
And THAT'S why I shouldn't have been reading Sound and the Fury and the Great Gatsby at age 14 (although, May, good on you for loving literature) - Faulkner's prose was jibber jabber and I couldn't prod into the depths of Gatsby's love - so, lesson to self... don't-read-un-cherche-du-temps-perdu-now-you-won't-be-able-to-soak-it-up.
I'm trying to telepathically transmit the same message to my sister, but she seems to be healthily enjoying Austen, so alright.
 

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea