#AmericanWriters
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
god pity me whom(god distinctly ha… the weightless svelte drifting sex… of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of… whose arched occasional stepped yo…
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
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(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
I like my body when it is with you… body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it… i like its hows. i like to feel t…
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
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one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…