#AmericanWriters
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
the poem her belly marched through… one army. From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence. The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
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-
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…
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience,your eyes have thei… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…