#AmericanWriters
“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…
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
in the rain- darkness, the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…
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…
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
a thing most new complete fragile… which wholly trembling memory unde… —your kiss,the little pushings of… my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the qu…
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
my love is building a building around you,a frail slippery house,a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginni… of your smile)a skilful uncouth
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
there is a moon sole in the blue night amorous of waters
it is funny, you will be dead some… By you the mouth hair eyes,and i m… the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny. They will all be… knead of lustfulhunched deeplytopl…
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but