Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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into the smiting sky tense with blend ing
perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like
three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
as is the sea marvelous from god’s hands which sent her forth to sleep upon the world and the earth withers
a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a… (where once good lips stalked or e… my mirror gives me on this afterno… i am a shape that can but eat and… ere with the dirt death shall him…
it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips,which i have lov… another’s,and your dear strong fin… his heart,as mine in time not far… if on another’s face your sweet ha…
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
god pity me whom(god distinctly ha… the weightless svelte drifting sex… of your shall i say body?follows truly through a dribbling moan of… whose arched occasional stepped yo…
ta ppin g toe hip
unto thee i burn incense the bowl crackles upon the gloom arise purple pencil… fluent spires of fragrance
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason
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.
