#AmericanWriters
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
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
when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing
listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
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…
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…