#AmericanWriters
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
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…
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
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
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
when i have thought of you somewha… much and am become perfectly and simply Lustful….sense a gradual st… of beginning muscle,and what it wi… to me before shutting….understand
nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…
ta ppin g toe hip
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
