Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
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
why must itself up every of a park anus stick some quote statue unquo… prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare to answer “… quote citizens unquote might other…
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
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…
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
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