#AmericanWriters #FreeVerse
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
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
my girl’s tall with hard long eyes as she stands,with her long hard h… silence on her dress,good for slee… is her long hard body filled with… like a white shocking wire, when s…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips,which i have lov… another’s,and your dear strong fin… his heart,as mine in time not far… if on another’s face your sweet ha…
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