#AmericanWriters
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
“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…
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells do… spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his d… Women and men(both little and smal…
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…
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
you asked me to come:it was rainin… and the spring;a clumsy brightness… wonderfully stumbled above the squ… little amorous-tadpole people wigg… battered by stuttering pearl,
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
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-
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
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
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster