#AmericanWriters
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
the sky was can dy lu minous
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
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…
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
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—
a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
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…