Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
“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…
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
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
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