#AmericanWriters #FreeVerse
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
when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…
the sky was can dy lu minous
i thank You God for most this ama… day:for the leaping greenly spirit… and a blue true dream of sky; and… which is natural which is infinite… (i who have died am alive again to…
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience,your eyes have thei… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
Thou aged unreluctant earth who do… with quivering continual thighs in… the thrilling rain the slender par… to toy with thy extraordinary lust… (the sinuous rain which rising fro…
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy