#Americans #Modernism
XXX i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at wa… a conscientious object—or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
i carry your heart with me(i carry… my heart)i am never without it(any… i go you go, my dear;and whatever… by only me is your doing, my darli… i fear
Thou aged unreluctant earth who do… with quivering continual thighs in… the thrilling rain the slender par… to toy with thy extraordinary lust… (the sinuous rain which rising fro…
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
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
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and w… or molehills are from mountains ma… —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-