Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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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
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty peop… (and if you and i should get into it,if they
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…
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
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…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain