Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying

the poem her belly marched through… one army.   From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence.   The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts

hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are

there is a moon sole in the blue night       amorous of waters

O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul

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…

i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit.  My lips pleas… on your taste.  Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens

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

even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but

O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,

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…

when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;