Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
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
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,pros… ducking always the touch of must a… whose slippery body is Death’s lit… skilled in quick softness. Unspon… the signal perfume of whose unrepu…
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
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
why must itself up every of a park anus stick some quote statue unquo… prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare to answer “… quote citizens unquote might other…
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
i thank You God for most this ama… day:for the leaping greenly spirit… and a blue true dream of sky; and… which is natural which is infinite… (i who have died am alive again to…
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest