#1950 #Xaipe
inthe,exquisite; morning sure lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
It was one of those clear,sharp.mu… That summer and man deligh… Never had Heaven seemed quite so… Never had earth seemed quite so gr… Never had the world seemed quite s…
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
god gloats upon Her stunning flesh… the rechings of Her green body amo… unseen things, things obscene (Who… the caving ages curiously con) —but the lunge of Her hunger softl…
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…
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
