#AmericanWriters
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
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 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…
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
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
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight
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…