Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great
when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…
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.
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
gee i like to think of dead it mea… since darker than little round wat… too cool to be crooked and it’s to… and thick and it loves, every ol… jackknives and kittens and pennies…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
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
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the