#Americans #Modernism
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
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…
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices