#AmericanWriters
the emperor sleeps in a palace of porphyry which was a million years building he takes the air in a howdah of jasper beneath saffron
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
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…
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…
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
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the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
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