my love thy hair is one kingdom   the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest

one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go

(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices

“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…

if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,

three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind

Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain

when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing