#Americans #Modernism
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
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…
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
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one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
if there are any heavens my mother… one. It will not be a pansy heaven… a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-… it will be a heaven of blackred ro… my father will be(deep like a rose
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…