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O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
in making Marjorie god hurried a boy’s body on unsuspicious legs of girl. his left hand quarri… the quartzlike face. his right sla… the amusing big vital vicious
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
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
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
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
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …