#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
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…
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
if there are any heavens my mother… one. It will not be a pansy heaven… a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-… it will be a heaven of blackred ro… my father will be(deep like a rose
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
ta ppin g toe hip
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
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…
yours is the music for no instrume… yours the preposterous colour unbe… —mine the unbought contemptuous in… till this our felsh merely shall b… by speaking flower
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
gee i like to think of dead it mea… since darker than little round wat… too cool to be crooked and it’s to… and thick and it loves, every ol… jackknives and kittens and pennies…
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
