#AmericanWriters
Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…
nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
a kike is the most dangerous machine as yet invented by even yankee ingenu ity(out of a jew a few dead dollars and some twisted laws…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting