Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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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
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty peop… (and if you and i should get into it,if they
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;
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…
Humanity i love you because you would rather black the… success than enquire whose soul da… watch-chain which would be embarra… parties and because you
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
Thou aged unreluctant earth who do… with quivering continual thighs in… the thrilling rain the slender par… to toy with thy extraordinary lust… (the sinuous rain which rising fro…
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
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
this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain