#AmericanWriters #FreeVerse
the poem her belly marched through… one army. From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence. The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
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…
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and w… or molehills are from mountains ma… —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you