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

i will be     M o ving in the Street of her     bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr…     lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i…             uddeni

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…

being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea             Oldeyed

ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…

why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?

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…

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…

the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason

Tumbling-hair               picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies

Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright

Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill

swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…