#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #1950 #Xaipe
even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
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
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…
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
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…
god gloats upon Her stunning flesh… the rechings of Her green body amo… unseen things, things obscene (Who… the caving ages curiously con) —but the lunge of Her hunger softl…
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
