#Americans #Modernism
yours is the music for no instrume… yours the preposterous colour unbe… —mine the unbought contemptuous in… till this our felsh merely shall b… by speaking flower
i have loved,let us see if that’s… Bit into you as teeth,in the stone of a musical fruit. My lips pleas… on your taste. Jumped the quick w… of your smile into stupid gardens
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…
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
why must itself up every of a park anus stick some quote statue unquo… prove that a hero equals any jerk who was afraid to dare to answer “… quote citizens unquote might other…
(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
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion