Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand. I think i to… autumn too long (and what have y…
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…
this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…
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
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
you asked me to come:it was rainin… and the spring;a clumsy brightness… wonderfully stumbled above the squ… little amorous-tadpole people wigg… battered by stuttering pearl,
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,pros… ducking always the touch of must a… whose slippery body is Death’s lit… skilled in quick softness. Unspon… the signal perfume of whose unrepu…
my girl’s tall with hard long eyes as she stands,with her long hard h… silence on her dress,good for slee… is her long hard body filled with… like a white shocking wire, when s…
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
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…
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
