Persons initially approaching cummings’ poetry are often blinded by his innovative typographical and line-length experiments, and miss the beautiful layering of images that reflect his unique view of the world. An example can be found in the (less stylistically experimental) “Epithalamion,” in which he describes Spring in magnificent images: “green armies steadily expand/ hearing the spear-song of the marching grass”. An urban example, from his life in New York City, is seen in “I was sitting in mcsorley’s. outside it was New York and beautifully snowing.” He describes his surroundings (a real bar in New York, where writers hung out): “the Bar.tinking luscious jigs dint of ripe silver…” Like all poets, cummings brings his life experiences to his poetry (did Frost ever see a stone wall? Did Yeats ever see the wild swans of Coole? Etc.) Virtually all of his poems "paint a colorful background" and begin with a scenic description: “Maggie and Millie and Maggie and May/ went down to the beach to play one day”. “a wind has blown the rain away and blown/ the sky away and all the leaves away”.