#AmericanWriters
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
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…
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
the emperor sleeps in a palace of porphyry which was a million years building he takes the air in a howdah of jasper beneath saffron
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…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream