#AmericanWriters
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…
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
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
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
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…
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
“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…
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind