#AmericanWriters
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
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,
gee i like to think of dead it mea… since darker than little round wat… too cool to be crooked and it’s to… and thick and it loves, every ol… jackknives and kittens and pennies…