#AmericanWriters #Modernism
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
your little voice Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shoutin…
god gloats upon Her stunning flesh… the rechings of Her green body amo… unseen things, things obscene (Who… the caving ages curiously con) —but the lunge of Her hunger softl…
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
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-
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
i’ll tell you a dream i had once i… a bar the bar was made of brass ha… lying on the bar it was cOOl i di… Hot and the bar was COOl
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. w… easily the pale club of the wind
purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)