#AmericanWriters
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
i’ll tell you a dream i had once i… a bar the bar was made of brass ha… lying on the bar it was cOOl i di… Hot and the bar was COOl
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee