#AmericanWriters
a kike is the most dangerous machine as yet invented by even yankee ingenu ity(out of a jew a few dead dollars and some twisted laws…
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
of this wilting wall the colour dr… souring sunbeams,of a foetal fragr… to rickety unclosed blinds inslant… peregrinate,a cigar-stub disintegrates,above,underdrawers c…
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
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…
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven