#AmericanWriters
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
in making Marjorie god hurried a boy’s body on unsuspicious legs of girl. his left hand quarri… the quartzlike face. his right sla… the amusing big vital vicious
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. w… easily the pale club of the wind
Humanity i love you because you would rather black the… success than enquire whose soul da… watch-chain which would be embarra… parties and because you
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience,your eyes have thei… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music