#Americans #Modernism
raise the shade will youse dearie? rain wouldn’t that get yer goat but
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…
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
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience, your eyes have the… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
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…
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
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
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…
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness. Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting