Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
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…
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
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…
All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and… the merry deer ran before.
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
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
(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
