Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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the emperor sleeps in a palace of porphyry which was a million years building he takes the air in a howdah of jasper beneath saffron
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
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
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips,which i have lov… another’s,and your dear strong fin… his heart,as mine in time not far… if on another’s face your sweet ha…
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
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
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of