#AmericanWriters
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
god gloats upon Her stunning flesh… the rechings of Her green body amo… unseen things, things obscene (Who… the caving ages curiously con) —but the lunge of Her hunger softl…
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…
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…
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
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…
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…
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
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…
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-