#AmericanWriters
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
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
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…
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat
if there are any heavens my mother… one. It will not be a pansy heaven… a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-… it will be a heaven of blackred ro… my father will be(deep like a rose
the poem her belly marched through… one army. From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence. The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
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…