#AmericanWriters
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
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…
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
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…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and w… or molehills are from mountains ma… —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…