#AmericanWriters
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I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
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…
it is funny, you will be dead some… By you the mouth hair eyes,and i m… the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny. They will all be… knead of lustfulhunched deeplytopl…
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…