#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
god gloats upon Her stunning flesh… the rechings of Her green body amo… unseen things, things obscene (Who… the caving ages curiously con) —but the lunge of Her hunger softl…
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
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
my girl’s tall with hard long eyes as she stands,with her long hard h… silence on her dress,good for slee… is her long hard body filled with… like a white shocking wire, when s…
a kike is the most dangerous machine as yet invented by even yankee ingenu ity(out of a jew a few dead dollars and some twisted laws…
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
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…