#AmericanWriters #FreeVerse
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
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
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…
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
the emperor sleeps in a palace of porphyry which was a million years building he takes the air in a howdah of jasper beneath saffron
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
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
O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
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,