#AmericanWriters
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty peop… (and if you and i should get into it,if they
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
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-
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
it is at moments after i have drea… of the rare entertainment of your… when(being fool to fancy)i have de… with your peculiar mouth my heart… at moments when the glassy darknes…
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
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,
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…
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.