#AmericanWriters
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
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…
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
if learned darkness from our searc… should wrest the rare unwisdom of… and if thy hands flowers of silenc… upon a wish,to rapture should surp… my soul slowly which on thy beauty…
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
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…
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
I like my body when it is with you… body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it… i like its hows. i like to feel t…
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…
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…
three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind