#Americans #Modernism
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
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…
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
god pity me whom(god distinctly ha… the weightless svelte drifting sex… of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of… whose arched occasional stepped yo…
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,pros… ducking always the touch of must a… whose slippery body is Death’s lit… skilled in quick softness. Unspon… the signal perfume of whose unrepu…
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear
a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand. I think i to… autumn too long (and what have y…
