Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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you asked me to come:it was rainin… and the spring;a clumsy brightness… wonderfully stumbled above the squ… little amorous-tadpole people wigg… battered by stuttering pearl,
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
a salesman is an it that stinks Ex… Me whether it’s president of the y… or a jennelman name misder finger… important whether it’s millions of… or just a handful absolutely doesn…
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
god pity me whom(god distinctly ha… the weightless svelte drifting sex… of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of… whose arched occasional stepped yo…
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells do… spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his d… Women and men(both little and smal…
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
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.
a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand. I think i to… autumn too long (and what have y…
Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder