Xaipe: Seventy-One Poems
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one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
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…
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…
yours is the music for no instrume… yours the preposterous colour unbe… —mine the unbought contemptuous in… till this our felsh merely shall b… by speaking flower
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…
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…
the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush
in Just- spring when the world is… luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and…
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 sky was can dy lu minous
who’s most afraid of death?thou … utterly afraid,i love of thee (beloved)this and truly i would…
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool
in Just- spring when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles far and wee
Who threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,