#AmericanWriters
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
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
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…
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,
even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but
I like my body when it is with you… body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it… i like its hows. i like to feel t…
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;