Love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail It’s most mad and moonly and less it…
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)…
your little voice Over the wires came leaping and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers wee skipping high-heeled flames courtesied before my eyes or…
Gay is the captivating cognomen of a Young Woman of cambridge, mass. to whom nobody seems to have mentioned ye olde freudian wish; when i contemplate her uneyes safely ensconced…
youful larger of smallish) Humble a rosily ,nimblest; c-urlin-g noworld Silent is blue (sleep!new girlgold
you shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young,whatever life you wear it will become you;and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become. Girlboys…
you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the…
you being in love will tell who softly asks in love, am i separated from your body smile brain hands merely to become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh…
you being in love will tell who softly asks in love, am i separated from your body smile brain hands merely to become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh…
yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate of a somewhat obscure to be sure university spends her time looking picturesque under the as it happens quite erroneous impression that he nascitur
yes is a pleasant country: if’s wintry (my lovely) let’s open the year both is the very weather (not either) my treasure, when violets appear love is a deeper season…
why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go? like little kittens are all the leaves which open in the rain. little…
who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour maids mothers widows wives bringing this visitor their…
when what hugs stopping earth than silent is more silent than more than much more is or total sun oceaning than any this tear jumping from each most least eye…
when serpents bargain for the right to squirm and the sun strikes to gain a living wage – when thorns regard their roses with alarm and rainbows are insured against…
when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue; when love’s had his tears out, perhaps…
when hair falls off and eyes blur And thighs forget(when clocks whisper and night shouts)When minds shrivel and hearts grow brittler every Instant(when of a morning Memory stands, with clumsily…
when faces called flowers float out of the ground and breathing is wishing and wishing is having- but keeping is downward and doubting and never -it’s april(yes,april;my darling)it’s spring! yes…
what if a much of a which of a wind gives the truth to summer’s lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to…
warped this perhapsy stumbl i NgflounderpirouettiN g :seized( tatterdemalion dow nupfloatsw oon InG s ly)tuck.s its(ghostsoul sheshape) elf into leasting forever most magical maybes of certainly never the iswas teetertiptotterish…
voices to voices,lip to lip i swear(to noone everyone)constitutes undying;or whatever this and that petal confutes… to exist being a peculiar form of sleep what’s beyond logic happens beneath will;…
up into the silence the green silence with a white earth in it you will(kiss me)go out into the morning the young morning with a warm world in it (kiss…
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers
Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying (though love be a day) do not fear,we will go amaying. thy…
this(let’s remember)day died again and again;whose golden,crimson dooms conceive an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flame beyond soul immemorially forevering am- and as collapsing that…
this(let’s remember)day died again and again;whose golden,crimson dooms conceive an oceaning abyss of orange dream larger than sky times earth:a flame beyond soul immemorially forevering am- and as collapsing that…
this is the garden:colours come and go, frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing strong silent greens serenely lingering, absolute lights like baths of golden snow. This is the garden…
this evangelist buttons with his big gollywog voice the kingdomofheaven up behind and crazily skating thither and hither in filthy sawdust chucks and rolls against the tent his thick joggling…
this evangelist buttons with his big gollywog voice the kingdomofheaven up behind and crazily skating thither and hither in filthy sawdust chucks and rolls against the tent his thick joggling…
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there is a here and that here was a town(and the town is so aged the ocean wanders the streets are so ancient the houses enter the people are so…
the way to hump a cow is not to get yourself a stool but draw a line around the spot and call it beautifool to multiply because and why dividing…
the Noster was a ship of swank (as gallant as they come) until she hit a mine and sank just off the coast of Sum precisely where a craft of…
the moon is hiding in her hair. The lily of heaven full of all dreams, draws down. cover her briefness in singing close her with the intricate faint birds by…
the mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mine looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself, one afternoon. The last thing he…
the hours rise up putting off stars and it is dawn into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems on earth a candle is extinguished the city wakes…
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of day tortured in gold, which presently crumpled collapses exhaling a red soul into the dark so duneyed…
the glory is fallen out of the sky the last immortal leaf is dead and the gold year a formal spasm in the dust this is the passing of all…
It was one of those clear,sharp, mustless days That summer and man delight in. Never had Heaven seemed quite so high, Never had earth seemed quite so green, Never had…
the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility of poppies.. i say that sometimes on these long talkative animals…
supposing i dreamed this) only imagine,when day has thrilled you are a house around which i am a wind- your walls will not reckon how strangely my life is curved…
suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head. young death sits in a cafe smiling, a pierce of money held between his thumb and first finger (i…
spring omnipotent goddess thou dost inveigle into crossing sidewalks the unwary june-bug and the frivolous angleworm thou dost persuade to serenade his lady the musical tom-cat,thou stuffest the parks with…
Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a…
spoke joe to jack leave her alone she’s not your gal jack spoke to joe ‘s left crashed pal dropped o god alice yells but who shot up grabbing had…
speaking of love(of which Who knows the meaning;or how dreaming becomes if your heart’s mind)i guess a grassblade Thinks beyond or around(as poems are made)Our picking it. this caress that…
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they…
sometimes i am alive because with me her alert treelike body sleeps which i will feel slowly sharpening becoming distinct with love slowly, who in my shoulder sinks sweetly teeth…