#Americans #Modernism #1950 #Xaipe
i thank You God for most this ama… day:for the leaping greenly spirit… and a blue true dream of sky; and… which is natural which is infinite… (i who have died am alive again to…
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
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
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
ta ppin g toe hip
the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
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…
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
