#AmericanWriters
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…
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
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
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 mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
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
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…
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
a salesman is an it that stinks Ex… Me whether it’s president of the y… or a jennelman name misder finger… important whether it’s millions of… or just a handful absolutely doesn…