Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
#AmericanWriters #Modernism #1950 #Xaipe
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
Sometimes in)Spring a someone will lie(glued among familiar things newly which… transferred with dusk)wondering wh… does not fall into his mind
i will be M o ving in the Street of her bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr… lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i… uddeni
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
a salesman is an it that stinks Ex… Me whether it’s president of the y… or a jennelman name misder finger… important whether it’s millions of… or just a handful absolutely doesn…
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
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-
in making Marjorie god hurried a boy’s body on unsuspicious legs of girl. his left hand quarri… the quartzlike face. his right sla… the amusing big vital vicious
