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gestures to death, |
somebody might hardly never not have been unsorry,perhaps |
it is winter a moon in the afternoon |
with the wild trump of April:witchery |
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong |
our Not to |
and a steep)deep rush through amazing day |
(this here and This,do you get me?) |
upon beginning) |
(or anything) |
me,we smiled to each other,releasing lay, watching |
upward deep most invincible unthing |
.crowned the with shrill |
est youme |
to seize the doom of sky |
Amingfeeblyoff |
notice what hath remained |
Ina golden greeting |
Ever up to ever higher standards. Teach me to lay |
am |
what bird has perfect fear |
said demon for to doom |
talk |
the ladies |
The leaves are dry and curl’d, |
tamps |
nine,i stride among the vines |
now and here |
any than |
just trust in the usa” |
And the strong love that binds us each to each |
timelessly celebrates the merciful |
the(united The president of the |
Fire on the trained bears of the social-democracy |
she laughed his joy she cried his grief |
hush—the author of Women By Night whose latest Seeds |
she(said laughing |
ginks like dis Gawd” opening slowlyslowly |
Whereon the noble and the knave must face |
sing small thing |
while in the very middle of fire all |
the young city |
shall hear the true |
between the nibbling timid teethful hours |
them)and whisper their joy under entirely the coming |
or whatever weeds feel and fish think of) |
and while never saying a word |
of desire |
earth)a |
from ti(& d |
darling. And if ising you are my voice, |
with life’s disease |
tattle did-he-does-she)& the |
through joy and anguish)who’ve |
like this most early single star which tugs |
scaleless visions) |
Id rather learn from one bird how to sing |
2 boston |
meanness unsmaller)armies can |
mother when sung at the old howard |
does not exist |
leurs petites maisons ressemblent |
with wormS eyes |
share(huge Perhaps |
totters(by,its sleepy horses step- |
shadow,mind without soul. Only how measureless cool flames of making; |
And when we came to you in sore dismay |
for winter |
standing washes my nightmare from his eyes? |
flaming billion kinds |
f moon |
dous Sea |
White stretched the north-land, white the south... |
with small hands |
singing desire into begin |
between them is always a pleasant song |
bringing this visitor |
time’s |
And April’s gusty overflow. |
fire beyond red rivers |
to know the reason any more than.) But look:up- |
into his cage |
(enter |
(up in the ceiling with the old men. |
Colouring iron in red leaping flame, |
exults upon the tongue of flame half-mute, |
where might Where live |
hundreds)of socks not to |
My fur-coat on. Light one cigarette. You |
“wisdom.” Flicker of gold. “Yep. Nogas. Flynn” |
(ly infin) |
which limps who might less frenziedly have cried |
in a single wish,receive |
ghosts drowning in supreme thunder?ours |
hand of Saint Ignatz miraculously |
For it is Thou who gives us strength |
just puts out their finger and they stuff the poor thing all full |
qui sortent de leur travail comme d’un cauchemar |
that marriage is a sure cure for masturbation). |
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