#1950 #Xaipe
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
the hours rise up putting off star… dawn into the street of the sky light w… on earth a candle is extinguished the city
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…
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
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
listen beloved i dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster
(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
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of