#AmericanWriters
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells do… spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his d… Women and men(both little and smal…
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in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
gee i like to think of dead it mea… since darker than little round wat… too cool to be crooked and it’s to… and thick and it loves, every ol… jackknives and kittens and pennies…
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
of this wilting wall the colour dr… souring sunbeams,of a foetal fragr… to rickety unclosed blinds inslant… peregrinate,a cigar-stub disintegrates,above,underdrawers c…
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go