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i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
ta ppin g toe hip
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
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my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
consider O woman this my body. for it has lain