#Americans #Modernism
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
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…
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…
if there are any heavens my mother… one. It will not be a pansy heaven… a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-… it will be a heaven of blackred ro… my father will be(deep like a rose
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
the sky was can dy lu minous
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
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…
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great
