#AmericanWriters
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
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
Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
O It’s Nice To Get Up In,the sl… of her riant belly’s fooling bore —When The Sun Begins To(with a p… of hot subliminal lips,as if a sco… of youngest angels suddenly should…
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers