#Americans #Modernism
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the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
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
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…
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…
ta ppin g toe hip
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
if there are any heavens my mother… one. It will not be a pansy heaven… a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-… it will be a heaven of blackred ro… my father will be(deep like a rose
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying