#AmericanWriters
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
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…
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
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…
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
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
Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes
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
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady