#AmericanWriters
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
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
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
a salesman is an it that stinks Ex… Me whether it’s president of the y… or a jennelman name misder finger… important whether it’s millions of… or just a handful absolutely doesn…
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
after five times the poem of thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer