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(this man is oh so tired of this |
Thou from whose |
The perfect places of Sleep. |
one father of |
i not not you |
trees |
(and which night hoists |
Still hounded, haunted, hunted down the night |
the importance of the |
by a m- by |
dandelions |
the million poets of our single flesh |
Leaps the white echo; and within, the fall |
whole with sky |
Blow soon to never and never to twice |
another’s,and your dear strong fingers clutch |
DEDICATION |
(and that reminds me who said o yes Frost |
it is most sane and sunly |
doom’s integration......... a wind has blown the rain |
bulging in immortal Spring express a cry of |
yewrety oride lesgo eckshun |
wanders the streets are so |
for the mother of twelve undershirts(we are told |
PEACE |
synthetic now |
and two are |
Dizzying eyeplums |
The world, the singing rises into strong, |
discoverably disappearing floats |
on the Madam’s best april the |
through my dreams last |
evry-ting |
poked |
when you thought you were going to America. |
your kingbird doesn’t give a damn |
—beer nothing,the lady’ll have a whiskey-sour— |
an indestructible occult |
(squashe)d |
and here’s my |
seethes |
and i)into a together whitely big |
a universe emerging from a wish) |
So whenever we meet thee,it matters not where; |
ourselves like living neither nor dead these |
i lie at length, breathing |
of genius— |
little hoppy happy |
six are in a room’s dark around) |
less than least flowers of rain)thickly |
the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep |
(only feeling the belly’s merry thrust |
me(so as not to hurt the perspective of the(hei |
They found the maid. And her eyes were stars, |
with every least each most remembering |
me |
a flight in the blue; |
les écroulements sont des chansons ow tournent des soleils |
(lullaby) |
1 Mean |
-derfully & a- |
on a fatgold |
strutting such(wonderfully how through our |
whisk |
(graduallyverygradually“‘there is not enough |
ladies skilfully |
sbuilt like a fleet |
lips utter their extant smile.... |
pasture |
(no mob, but a person) |
incredible wampum |
(lady i will |
breathing may surprise |
joy in time shut |
ITl |
man who'll never die |
of.(sn)ow, |
climb,jumping;at thick this rope’s end: |
larger |
—but look:not sunlight?yes! |
you which is so glad to be alive— |
how many moments must(amazing each |
because a mind no other mind should try |
SS SSSR |
Night shall eat these girls and boys. |
through moaned space god worships God— |
spring summer autumn winter |
68 |
each is a verb,miraculous |
long on a certain |
waters but 1 was aware of |
noises are better than the politeness of |
her curtains,and lays bare her trembling heart, |
love everywhere exploding maims and blinds |
soiled canary-cage of largest existence |
the tennisracket. All was over. One brief convulsive octopus,and then our hero |
throttled |
up: |
reviewing processions of minions |
Subsets and Splits