I'm not a fan of e.e. cummings, Julie-- because I don't understand what he's getting at, usually. About these two particular poems, my reaction is that
in just- may be more attractive because of its playful coined images (
mud-luscious and
puddle-wonderful), which
old age sticks does not have. What the latter does hold for me is the ultra-simple staccato of the innate antipathy between youth and age.
But, no, I can't match up the parentheses to their mates either-- perhaps there's an on-line exegesis somewhere....