#AmericanWriters
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…
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
“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 smiting sky tense with blend ing
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy