Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
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…
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
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor 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…
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and w… or molehills are from mountains ma… —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem
the poem her belly marched through… one army. From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence. The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells do… spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his d… Women and men(both little and smal…