#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
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…
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
god pity me whom(god distinctly ha… the weightless svelte drifting sex… of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of… whose arched occasional stepped yo…
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
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
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…
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
a salesman is an it that stinks Ex… Me whether it’s president of the y… or a jennelman name misder finger… important whether it’s millions of… or just a handful absolutely doesn…
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
if there are any heavens my mother… one. It will not be a pansy heaven… a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-… it will be a heaven of blackred ro… my father will be(deep like a rose
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores