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Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
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-
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,
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
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…
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…
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…
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
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
god gloats upon Her stunning flesh… the rechings of Her green body amo… unseen things, things obscene (Who… the caving ages curiously con) —but the lunge of Her hunger softl…
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…