Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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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…
my girl’s tall with hard long eyes as she stands,with her long hard h… silence on her dress,good for slee… is her long hard body filled with… like a white shocking wire, when s…
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
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
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
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…
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
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
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why