#Americans #Modernism
Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose
the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
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…
(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices
when you went away it was morning (that is,big horses;light feeling… streets;heels taking derbies (wher… hurriedly hunched over swill;one b… trolley imposingly empty;snickerin…
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…
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…
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
the emperor sleeps in a palace of porphyry which was a million years building he takes the air in a howdah of jasper beneath saffron
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…