Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #1950 #Xaipe
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
It was one of those clear,sharp.mu… That summer and man deligh… Never had Heaven seemed quite so… Never had earth seemed quite so gr… Never had the world seemed quite s…
Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips,which i have lov… another’s,and your dear strong fin… his heart,as mine in time not far… if on another’s face your sweet ha…
it is at moments after i have drea… of the rare entertainment of your… when(being fool to fancy)i have de… with your peculiar mouth my heart… at moments when the glassy darknes…
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;
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…
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
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…
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