#AmericanWriters
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
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…
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…
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
the poem her belly marched through… one army. From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence. The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer