#Americans #Modernism
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
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…
the sky was can dy lu minous
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush