#AmericanWriters
this(let’s remember)day died again… again;whose golden, crimson dooms… an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flam… sould immemorially forevering am—
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly
Thou aged unreluctant earth who do… with quivering continual thighs in… the thrilling rain the slender par… to toy with thy extraordinary lust… (the sinuous rain which rising fro…
hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
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…
spring omnipotent goddess thou dos… inveigle into crossing sidewalks t… unwary june-bug and the frivolous… thou dost persuade to serenade his lady the musical tom-cat,thou stuf…
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-