#1950 #Xaipe
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
if there are any heavens my mother… one. It will not be a pansy heaven… a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-… it will be a heaven of blackred ro… my father will be(deep like a rose
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
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…
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting