Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
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
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
pieces(in darker than small is dirtiest any city’s least street)of mirror lying are each(why
when i have thought of you somewha… much and am become perfectly and simply Lustful….sense a gradual st… of beginning muscle,and what it wi… to me before shutting….understand
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
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
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
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
what if a much of a which of a win… gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the… and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to s…
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…