#AmericanWriters
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
it is at moments after i have drea… of the rare entertainment of your… when(being fool to fancy)i have de… with your peculiar mouth my heart… at moments when the glassy darknes…
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. w… easily the pale club of the wind
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
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
a salesman is an it that stinks Ex… Me whether it’s president of the y… or a jennelman name misder finger… important whether it’s millions of… or just a handful absolutely doesn…
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
why must itself up every of a park anus stick some quote statue unquo… prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare to answer “… quote citizens unquote might other…
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain