Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #1950 #Xaipe
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
a kike is the most dangerous machine as yet invented by even yankee ingenu ity(out of a jew a few dead dollars and some twisted laws…
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
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
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…
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
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;