Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill

perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like

stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver            chants the litanies the

If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight

the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush

there is a moon sole in the blue night       amorous of waters

when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…

i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster

into the smiting sky tense with blend ing

but the other day i was passing a certain gate,   rain fell(as it will in spring)

Buffalo Bill ’s defunct           who used to           ride a watersmooth-silve… …

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,