#AmericanWriters
(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive
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
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…
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 wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
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
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
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…
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…
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no