#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #1950 #Xaipe
a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
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(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
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
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
i’ll tell you a dream i had once i… a bar the bar was made of brass ha… lying on the bar it was cOOl i di… Hot and the bar was COOl
“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,pros… ducking always the touch of must a… whose slippery body is Death’s lit… skilled in quick softness. Unspon… the signal perfume of whose unrepu…
