#AmericanWriters
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
of this wilting wall the colour dr… souring sunbeams,of a foetal fragr… to rickety unclosed blinds inslant… peregrinate,a cigar-stub disintegrates,above,underdrawers c…
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips,which i have lov… another’s,and your dear strong fin… his heart,as mine in time not far… if on another’s face your sweet ha…
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
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
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion