#1950 #Xaipe
O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
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
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
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…
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
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
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive
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…
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers