#AmericanWriters
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
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
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience,your eyes have thei… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand. I think i to… autumn too long (and what have y…
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
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
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stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
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…