Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
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.
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
the sky was can dy lu minous
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
yours is the music for no instrume… yours the preposterous colour unbe… —mine the unbought contemptuous in… till this our felsh merely shall b… by speaking flower
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive
the emperor sleeps in a palace of porphyry which was a million years building he takes the air in a howdah of jasper beneath saffron
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven