#1950 #Xaipe
i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
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
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
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
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
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…
my girl’s tall with hard long eyes as she stands,with her long hard h… silence on her dress,good for slee… is her long hard body filled with… like a white shocking wire, when s…
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 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
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
if learned darkness from our searc… should wrest the rare unwisdom of… and if thy hands flowers of silenc… upon a wish,to rapture should surp… my soul slowly which on thy beauty…
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
