#Americans #Modernism
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if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
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 have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. w… easily the pale club of the wind
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
i’ll tell you a dream i had once i… a bar the bar was made of brass ha… lying on the bar it was cOOl i di… Hot and the bar was COOl
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…
Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
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…
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…