Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;
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.
my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals. The minute waist continually
even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes….too, since the world’s but
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…
light cursed falling in a singular… her,rain-warm-naked … (little careful hunks-of-lilac lau… from the world prettily upward,moc…
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
if everything happens that can’t b… (and anything’s righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost…
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
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
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells do… spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his d… Women and men(both little and smal…
