#AmericanWriters
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
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,
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
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…
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…