#Americans #Modernism #XXCentury #1950 #Xaipe
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
ta ppin g toe hip
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
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…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
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
the sky was can dy lu minous
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
