#AmericanWriters
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
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…
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
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…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience,your eyes have thei… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
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…