Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
yours is the music for no instrume… yours the preposterous colour unbe… —mine the unbought contemptuous in… till this our felsh merely shall b… by speaking flower
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
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…
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
the poem her belly marched through… one army. From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence. The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream