#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips,which i have lov… another’s,and your dear strong fin… his heart,as mine in time not far… if on another’s face your sweet ha…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
spring omnipotent goddess thou dos… inveigle into crossing sidewalks t… unwary june-bug and the frivolous… thou dost persuade to serenade his lady the musical tom-cat,thou stuf…
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…
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
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…
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…
three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind
even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but