#Americans #Modernism
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty peop… (and if you and i should get into it,if they
If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
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…
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
the sky was can dy lu minous
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…