#AmericanWriters #Modernism
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind
ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…
this out of within itself moo ving lump of twilight squirts a tw… ne like nothing verdi slightly knu as and some six cents hit the whig… shaped hathole thangew yelps one s…
the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a
but the other day i was passing a certain gate, rain fell(as it will in spring)
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
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
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…
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
if learned darkness from our searc… should wrest the rare unwisdom of… and if thy hands flowers of silenc… upon a wish,to rapture should surp… my soul slowly which on thy beauty…
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes