#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
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
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
the sky was can dy lu minous
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
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(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…