#Americans
Remember Lot’s wife How like a woman in a barren field No stronger than a flower Not born in shame Like the deaf adder
What is your feeling about the rev… The revolutionary spirit of our… In Nine Decades a Mad Queen shall be born.
what was the moment of coition lik… come Zariba let down your gates turn turtle all you captives of th… square suns walled in by darkness from the cry…
You business men with your large desks with your stenographers and your bell-boys and your private telephones I say to you these are the four walls of your cage. You are tame as canarie...
I would you were the hollow ship fashioned to bear the cargo of my… the unrelenting glove hurled in defiance at our blackest… or that great banner mad unfurled
A sunfort flourished in my sunless… Beyond the Sun. Here in a tower a… The sunbirds of my lady’s eyes wer… Alas, poor targets for the sun-god… The Sun at Chartres seen through…
Moon of leaves, Moon of the falling leaves, To you I bring the slippers of the sun. That you may dance upon the
I am the criminal whose chest is t… I am the soldier with a red mark o… I am the prophet from the land of…
The Sun! the Sun! a fish in the aquarium of sky or golden net to snare the butterf… of soul or else the hole
In scarlet tunic rare a concubine With subtle limbs, and breasts lai… For me to kiss. Soft eyes that sa… A nubile maiden slave, intensely f… Strange frightened rose. A pagan…
What heavens opened and blazed, What sisters virtuous, What arrows sprang to mark, The trees so terrible and dark, What years, what hopes,
War was romantic in the days of ol… The knight rode forth to battle un… Wearing the favour of some royal m… Who loved him for his courage lion… And thus he sought adventures mani…
Raymonde If it were not for you I would not be glad today And I would continue to dream Of lovely ladies in lands long ago
The mirror crashes against my face and bursts into a thousand suns. all over the city flags cracle and bang. Fog horns scream in the harbor. The wind hurricanes through the window. Torn...
I never go to church to pray Among the crowded pews Nor kneel before a crucifix To hail the king of Jews I never say a prayer