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…

Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…

Thou aged unreluctant earth who do… with quivering continual thighs in… the thrilling rain the slender par… to toy with thy extraordinary lust… (the sinuous rain which rising fro…

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…

in Just- spring       when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles       far       and wee

and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld.    We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…

Babylon slim -ness of evenslicing eyes are chisels scarlet Goes

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my love thy hair is one kingdom   the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest

a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…