#AmericanWriters
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
in making Marjorie god hurried a boy’s body on unsuspicious legs of girl. his left hand quarri… the quartzlike face. his right sla… the amusing big vital vicious
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
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…
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
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
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
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…
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…