ta ppin g toe hip

stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver            chants the litanies the

(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices

O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul

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

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

i will be     M o ving in the Street of her     bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr…     lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i…             uddeni

but the other day i was passing a certain gate,   rain fell(as it will in spring)

who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour

a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…

raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but

suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger

when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…