:leA!p: to Conclusions

My wife and I took a walk around a small park this afternoon, and we took pictures of flowers, bees and bugs -- and there nestled atop a group of yellow flowers was a grasshopper.  Well, of course I instantly thought of E. E. Cummings' poem about grasshoppers.  Is there another and/or more clever poem about this insect?

By E. E. Cummings:

                                   r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
                          who
a)s  w(e  loo) k
upnowgath
                     PPEGORHRASS
                                                   eringint(o-
aThe):l
           eA
               !p:
S                                                               a
                                  (r
rIvInG                           .gRrEaPsPhOs)
                                                              to
rea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly
,grasshopper;

Hmmm...just in case the formatting changes from my device to yours, here's what the poem should look like:
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What does it all mean?  

Obviously, it's a free verse poem where the word "grasshopper" appears four times in the poem -- although the letters are jumbled in different order as it leaps about the page. 

With the rest of the poem, Cummings' pays homage to the very essence of the grasshopper -- "who as we look up now gathering into at he leaps arriving to rearrangingly become" itself.

Indeed, the grasshopper is incredible at being just that -- a  grasshopper.  He leaps about effortlessly and arranges and rearranges himself as necessary while always being true to himself, for he is at all times and utmost, a grasshopper. 

On one blog I came across with a discussion on the poem (HERE), the writer said this, "Cummings was another American poet who came to Europe and was involved in the First World War, and lived in Paris in the 1920s. He was also a painter and met Pablo Picasso, and was influenced in his poetry (like so many others) by Ezra Pound. He is a strange mix of the avant-garde and the traditionalist - some of his poetry is quite traditional, and his use of nature in his poems especially is in some ways close to that of the Romantics."

That caught my eye, because when I wrote a take-off on Cummings' grasshopper poem, this is what I wrote:

​                               o-a-i-c-p-s-s   l-o-b-p-a
                            who
a)s  h(e pain) ted
re(now)arrang
                      PPIABLOCOASS
                                                  ing (o
bJects) :f
                oR
                      !m:
S                                                              a
                               (t          
tAinInG                        .pOaSSbAlCoIP)
                                                               to
rei(be)nven(com)ti(e)ngly
a ,Picasso;

Here's what the Picasso poem says: "Pablo Picasso -- who as he painted now rearranging objects: forms attaining to reinventingly become a Picasso."

Below:  A few additional shots from our walk: