#AmericanWriters
god gloats upon Her stunning flesh… the rechings of Her green body amo… unseen things, things obscene (Who… the caving ages curiously con) —but the lunge of Her hunger softl…
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…
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
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
yours is the music for no instrume… yours the preposterous colour unbe… —mine the unbought contemptuous in… till this our felsh merely shall b… by speaking flower
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
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
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…
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…
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat