#AmericanWriters
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
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…
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
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 thank You God for most this ama… day:for the leaping greenly spirit… and a blue true dream of sky; and… which is natural which is infinite… (i who have died am alive again to…
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
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
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
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
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…