#1950 #Xaipe
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
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
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. w… easily the pale club of the wind
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
spring omnipotent goddess thou dos… inveigle into crossing sidewalks t… unwary june-bug and the frivolous… thou dost persuade to serenade his lady the musical tom-cat,thou stuf…
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
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