#AmericanWriters
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience,your eyes have thei… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
if learned darkness from our searc… should wrest the rare unwisdom of… and if thy hands flowers of silenc… upon a wish,to rapture should surp… my soul slowly which on thy beauty…
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
It was one of those clear,sharp.mu… That summer and man deligh… Never had Heaven seemed quite so… Never had earth seemed quite so gr… Never had the world seemed quite s…
Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
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…
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
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…