#AmericanWriters
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,pros… ducking always the touch of must a… whose slippery body is Death’s lit… skilled in quick softness. Unspon… the signal perfume of whose unrepu…
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
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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…
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…
Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven