#AmericanWriters
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
in making Marjorie god hurried a boy’s body on unsuspicious legs of girl. his left hand quarri… the quartzlike face. his right sla… the amusing big vital vicious
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and w… or molehills are from mountains ma… —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem
“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…
10 maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one… and maggie discovered a shell that… so sweetly she couldn’t remember h…