#AmericanWriters
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
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Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose
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…
love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
Humanity i love you because you would rather black the… success than enquire whose soul da… watch-chain which would be embarra… parties and because you
a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great
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…
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
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