#AmericanWriters
Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
you asked me to come:it was rainin… and the spring;a clumsy brightness… wonderfully stumbled above the squ… little amorous-tadpole people wigg… battered by stuttering pearl,
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
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…
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
