#AmericanWriters
Humanity i love you because you would rather black the… success than enquire whose soul da… watch-chain which would be embarra… parties and because you
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
It was one of those clear,sharp.mu… That summer and man deligh… Never had Heaven seemed quite so… Never had earth seemed quite so gr… Never had the world seemed quite s…
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
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
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
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
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…