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between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
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—
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
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…
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
yours is the music for no instrume… yours the preposterous colour unbe… —mine the unbought contemptuous in… till this our felsh merely shall b… by speaking flower
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool