Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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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…
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul
(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
it is funny, you will be dead some… By you the mouth hair eyes,and i m… the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny. They will all be… knead of lustfulhunched deeplytopl…
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…