#AmericanWriters
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
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
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…
i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
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i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear