#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury
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but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
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,
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
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
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,