#AmericanWriters
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…
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
Humanity i love you because you would rather black the… success than enquire whose soul da… watch-chain which would be embarra… parties and because you
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
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
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy