#AmericanWriters
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. w… easily the pale club of the wind
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
ta ppin g toe hip
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
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…
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes
listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great