Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
it is funny, you will be dead some… By you the mouth hair eyes,and i m… the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny. They will all be… knead of lustfulhunched deeplytopl…
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
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
notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
the sky was can dy lu minous
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
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…