#AmericanWriters
god pity me whom(god distinctly ha… the weightless svelte drifting sex… of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of… whose arched occasional stepped yo…
Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…
(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
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All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
it is at moments after i have drea… of the rare entertainment of your… when(being fool to fancy)i have de… with your peculiar mouth my heart… at moments when the glassy darknes…
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility