#AmericanWriters
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,pros… ducking always the touch of must a… whose slippery body is Death’s lit… skilled in quick softness. Unspon… the signal perfume of whose unrepu…
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…
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…
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand. I think i to… autumn too long (and what have y…
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool