#AmericanWriters
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
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
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy