#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
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
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
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
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…
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
of this wilting wall the colour dr… souring sunbeams,of a foetal fragr… to rickety unclosed blinds inslant… peregrinate,a cigar-stub disintegrates,above,underdrawers c…
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
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…
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…
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
it is funny, you will be dead some… By you the mouth hair eyes,and i m… the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny. They will all be… knead of lustfulhunched deeplytopl…
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality