#Americans #Modernism
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
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…
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores
between the breasts of bestial Marj lie large men who praise Marj’s cleancornered strokable
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,
the sky was can dy lu minous
my girl’s tall with hard long eyes as she stands,with her long hard h… silence on her dress,good for slee… is her long hard body filled with… like a white shocking wire, when s…
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying
of this wilting wall the colour dr… souring sunbeams,of a foetal fragr… to rickety unclosed blinds inslant… peregrinate,a cigar-stub disintegrates,above,underdrawers c…
suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à