Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
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
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
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 Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
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…
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
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin