Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
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…
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. w… easily the pale club of the wind
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy