the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of

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

Tumbling-hair               picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies

I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive

Who       threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,

my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-

gee i like to think of dead it mea… since darker than little round wat… too cool to be crooked and it’s to… and thick and it loves,   every ol… jackknives and kittens and pennies…

Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind

what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…

whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness.  Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…