#Americans #Modernism
I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive
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
nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
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
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…
listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting