#Americans #Modernism #1950 #Xaipe
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
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…
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
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
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying
