#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
Thou aged unreluctant earth who do… with quivering continual thighs in… the thrilling rain the slender par… to toy with thy extraordinary lust… (the sinuous rain which rising fro…
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
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…
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
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…
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty peop… (and if you and i should get into it,if they
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
