#AmericanWriters
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience,your eyes have thei… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
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
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility