#AmericanWriters
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when i have thought of you somewha… much and am become perfectly and simply Lustful….sense a gradual st… of beginning muscle,and what it wi… to me before shutting….understand
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,
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
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
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…
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…