#AmericanWriters
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
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul
notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
god pity me whom(god distinctly ha… the weightless svelte drifting sex… of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of… whose arched occasional stepped yo…
I like my body when it is with you… body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it… i like its hows. i like to feel t…
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but