#Americans #Modernism
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
ta ppin g toe hip
i thank You God for most this ama… day:for the leaping greenly spirit… and a blue true dream of sky; and… which is natural which is infinite… (i who have died am alive again to…
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand. I think i to… autumn too long (and what have y…
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
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…
the emperor sleeps in a palace of porphyry which was a million years building he takes the air in a howdah of jasper beneath saffron
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
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