#AmericanWriters
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…
a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand. I think i to… autumn too long (and what have y…
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
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…
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…
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a