Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying

in the rain- darkness,     the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy

Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…

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

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…

i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin

O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul

a kike is the most dangerous machine as yet invented by even yankee ingenu ity(out of a jew a few dead dollars and some twisted laws…

O Thou to whom the musical white… offers her lily inextinguishable, taught by thy tremulous grace brav… Implacable death’s mysteriously sa… rob from her redolent shoulders,

inthe,exquisite; morning   sure    lyHer eye s exac… among otherlittle roundtables  Her… obstre poroustimidi ties surElyfl)… ofpieces ofof sunligh tof fa l l i…

O It’s Nice To Get Up In,the sl… of her riant belly’s fooling bore —When The Sun Begins To(with a p… of hot subliminal lips,as if a sco… of youngest angels suddenly should…

but the other day i was passing a certain gate,   rain fell(as it will in spring)

goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…