#AmericanWriters
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
I like my body when it is with you… body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it… i like its hows. i like to feel t…
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear
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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
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
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
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig