Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind
Thou aged unreluctant earth who do… with quivering continual thighs in… the thrilling rain the slender par… to toy with thy extraordinary lust… (the sinuous rain which rising fro…
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
it is at moments after i have drea… of the rare entertainment of your… when(being fool to fancy)i have de… with your peculiar mouth my heart… at moments when the glassy darknes…
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
if there are any heavens my mother… one. It will not be a pansy heaven… a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-… it will be a heaven of blackred ro… my father will be(deep like a rose