Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill

there is a moon sole in the blue night       amorous of waters

somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes

when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…

Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady

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…

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-

i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin

and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld.    We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…

hist      whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy

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