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

OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting

if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…

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-

god gloats upon Her stunning flesh… the rechings of Her green body amo… unseen things, things obscene (Who… the caving ages curiously con) —but the lunge of Her hunger softl…

pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why

who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour

the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush

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

the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved               into a

you asked me to come:it was rainin… and the spring;a clumsy brightness… wonderfully stumbled above the squ… little amorous-tadpole people wigg… battered by stuttering pearl,