#Americans #Modernism
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive
why must itself up every of a park anus stick some quote statue unquo… prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare to answer “… quote citizens unquote might other…
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
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips,which i have lov… another’s,and your dear strong fin… his heart,as mine in time not far… if on another’s face your sweet ha…
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
if learned darkness from our searc… should wrest the rare unwisdom of… and if thy hands flowers of silenc… upon a wish,to rapture should surp… my soul slowly which on thy beauty…
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
the emperor sleeps in a palace of porphyry which was a million years building he takes the air in a howdah of jasper beneath saffron