#AmericanWriters
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
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
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…
Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
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
r—p—o—p—h—e—s—s—a—g—r who a)s w(e loo)k upnowgath PPEGORHRASS
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. w… easily the pale club of the wind
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
i thank You God for most this ama… day:for the leaping greenly spirit… and a blue true dream of sky; and… which is natural which is infinite… (i who have died am alive again to…