#AmericanWriters
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
a salesman is an it that stinks Ex… Me whether it’s president of the y… or a jennelman name misder finger… important whether it’s millions of… or just a handful absolutely doesn…
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-
spring omnipotent goddess thou dos… inveigle into crossing sidewalks t… unwary june-bug and the frivolous… thou dost persuade to serenade his lady the musical tom-cat,thou stuf…
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…
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
r—p—o—p—h—e—s—s—a—g—r who a)s w(e loo)k upnowgath PPEGORHRASS
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain