#AmericanWriters
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
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…
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
Humanity i love you because you would rather black the… success than enquire whose soul da… watch-chain which would be embarra… parties and because you
(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
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—
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
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…
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?