#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #1950 #Xaipe
If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
Humanity i love you because you would rather black the… success than enquire whose soul da… watch-chain which would be embarra… parties and because you
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
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
if there are any heavens my mother… one. It will not be a pansy heaven… a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-… it will be a heaven of blackred ro… my father will be(deep like a rose
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…
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and w… or molehills are from mountains ma… —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul