Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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I like my body when it is with you… body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it… i like its hows. i like to feel t…
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
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…
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain