#Americans #Modernism #1950 #Xaipe
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
it is at moments after i have drea… of the rare entertainment of your… when(being fool to fancy)i have de… with your peculiar mouth my heart… at moments when the glassy darknes…
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
may i feel said he (i’ll squeal said she just once said he) it’s fun said she (may i touch said he
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
i thank You God for most this ama… day:for the leaping greenly spirit… and a blue true dream of sky; and… which is natural which is infinite… (i who have died am alive again to…
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
O It’s Nice To Get Up In,the sl… of her riant belly’s fooling bore —When The Sun Begins To(with a p… of hot subliminal lips,as if a sco… of youngest angels suddenly should…
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…
(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat