I have always considered the following to be e.e.cumming's most simply expressed, richly-imaged, and starkly-beautiful poem.

I guess I'm mostly posting this for me: to get myself back into a poetry-writing mood.  I used to write and post poems here, you know.  But it's been a good, long time since the last one.

You see, it works like this:  When I see a moving, living poem (of another) up here on my blog, I begin thinking "I could have written that!"  And then, having fallen into such a self-delusional mood, I proceed more often than not, self-encouraged, to start writing my own poetry again. 

It has worked for me before.  Here's hoping it works again...

All in green my love went riding

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.

Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.

Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.

Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.

Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrows sang before.

Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.

Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.

Four tall stags at a green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.