#Americans #Modernism
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Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
gee i like to think of dead it mea… since darker than little round wat… too cool to be crooked and it’s to… and thick and it loves, every ol… jackknives and kittens and pennies…
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty peop… (and if you and i should get into it,if they
let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees, a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
my love thy hair is one kingdom the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
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
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest
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…
the poem her belly marched through… one army. From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence. The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts
