#Americans #Modernism
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
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…
when i have thought of you somewha… much and am become perfectly and simply Lustful….sense a gradual st… of beginning muscle,and what it wi… to me before shutting….understand
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
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…
when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells do… spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his d… Women and men(both little and smal…
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…