#AmericanWriters
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
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…
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream