Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
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
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…
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…
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips,which i have lov… another’s,and your dear strong fin… his heart,as mine in time not far… if on another’s face your sweet ha…
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is