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they are sincere proud of his scientif |
of light swiftly sink in the sorrowful hour, |
all to—mendaciously speaking—a man |
gurl, |
mere brain contrived:a spook of stop and go) |
and cowards into grow |
factories-stores-houses-burstcrack—people! |
the sky is washed with tone |
of his voice |
else thought lucinda looked like steve |
till death |
whipped the top leaps bounding upon other tops to caroming |
iam through you soi |
so |
he isn’t looking |
gaiety of blossom |
Skating! |
if(touched by love’s own secret)we,like homing |
and i and all the days and nights that matter |
HOpPinG |
the largest hour push deep his din |
perfectly |
you just a bum |
nobody could |
Muscles better and nerves more. |
chimneys and while chimneys and fire-escapes |
(eagerly just not each other touch)seeking,some |
and man,whose here is always worse than naught, |
O the sun comes up-up-up in the opening |
Comrades |
leaf or some flower |
LIlI |
and all |
in me |
if earth and sky should break in two |
the new the earth more |
mount the wand)a by no |
Moves to his resurrection in rejoicing heights, |
the lucky hunter sang before. |
become of the company of those |
smiles the |
that your(how luminous)life toward twilight will |
upon their hands are from mines |
immortal hands |
(floating each how) |
my Nose puts on sharp robes of uncouth odour,for an onion!for |
this poet arose |
yellow |
Here(only here)is freedom:always here |
A soursweet bedtime |
rattles and caresses |
what knocked him over Wasn’t |
a transparent blouse |
that it’s a dream,until i leap from you |
nothing he |
Sweep out the human debris where lingers |
opens |
darkness)innumerably singular |
unsorry because you and me are is |
This sailor who hailed |
thE |
usil(age)ini |
sera livré encore ce symbole inutilement enfermé |
up grabbing had |
in other days (drawing my Mes from sleep |
what heart may feel and soul may touch |
hungering churches(topped |
moving;absorbing mysteriously(or as desire absorbs |
—but now that fiend and i are such |
lady of the wistful dollish hands |
ter who sit |
is flat, |
Her body is more white than trees. |
to kisskiss you and to |
the boys 1 mean are not refined |
Ly expand:grO |
and mesh witH |
Beholding in thy eyes immortal tears. |
but a rain frailly raging whom the hills |
are flowers neither why nor how |
(i have none) |
you hurt tho nithe |
as if an earth was |
XXIT |
legs cing rue Henri |
shallbe or was |
ng m |
through voices womenlike telling |
will go out where God’s white legions keep |
i call twilight you |
kykerplung |
Where’s Madge then, |
des silencieux aux voitures |
the last clothes and the last whatnots |
(nobody’!l know) |
illimitably Grow |
Would could roam and roam, |
Hearing,over |
that doesn’t matter(and if |
every goggle cent of it get out ears dribbles soft right old feller |
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