#Americans #Modernism #1950 #Xaipe
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
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…
when faces called flowers float ou… and breathing is wishing and wishi… but keeping is downward and doubti… —it’s april(yes, april;my darling)… yes the pretty birds frolic as spr…
I like my body when it is with you… body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it… i like its hows. i like to feel t…
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
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…
hist whist little ghostthings tip-toe twinkle-toe little twitchy
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…
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
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little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
