#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
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
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
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
spring omnipotent goddess thou dos… inveigle into crossing sidewalks t… unwary june-bug and the frivolous… thou dost persuade to serenade his lady the musical tom-cat,thou stuf…
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
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…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
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-
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
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