Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you
Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility
my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the… of genius— painting w…
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window, into which people look(w…
when i have thought of you somewha… much and am become perfectly and simply Lustful….sense a gradual st… of beginning muscle,and what it wi… to me before shutting….understand
i thank You God for most this ama… day:for the leaping greenly spirit… and a blue true dream of sky; and… which is natural which is infinite… (i who have died am alive again to…
here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,
swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…
if I should sleep with a lady call… get another man with firmer lips to take your new mouth in his teet… (hips pumping pleasure into hips). Seeing how the limp huddling strin…
somebody knew Lincoln somebody Xe… this man:a narrow thudding timesha… plus innocuous winking hands, care… inhabits number 1 on something str… Spring comes
the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig
the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason