#AmericanWriters
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
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…
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
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
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…
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool