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Poem 1.txt

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+Thou aged unreluctant earth who dost |% with quivering continual thighs invite |% the thrilling rain the slender paramour |% to toy with thy extraordinary lust |% (the sinuous rain which rising from thy bed |% steals to his wife the sky and hour by hour |% wholly renews her pale flesh with delight) |% —immortally whence are the high gods fled |% Speak elm eloquent pandar with thy nod |% significant to the ecstatic earth |% in token of his coming whom her soul |% burns to embrace—and didst thou know the god |% from but the imprint of whose cloven feet |% the shrieking dryad sought her leafy goal |% at the mere echo of whose shining mirth |% the furious hearts of mountains ceased to beat |% Wind beautifully who wanderest |% over smooth pages of forgotten joy |% proving the peaceful theorems of the flowers |% —didst e’er depart upon more exquisite quest |% and did thy fortunate fingers sometime dwell |% (within a greener shadow of secret bowers) |% among the curves of that delicious boy |% whose serious grace one goddess loved too well |% Chryselephantine Zeus Olympian |% sceptred colossus of the Pheidian soul |% whose eagle frights creation,in whose palm |% Nike presents the crown sweetest to man |% whose lilied robe the sun’s white hands emboss |% betwixt whose absolute feet anoint with calm |% of intent stars circling the acerb pole |% poises,smiling,the diadumenos |% in whose young chiseled eyes the people saw |% their once again victorious Pantarkes |% (whose grace the prince of artists made him bold |% to imitate between the feet of awe) |% thunderer whose omnipotent brow showers |% its curls of unendured eternal gold |% over the infinite breast in bright degrees |% whose pillow is the graces and the hours |% father of gods and men whose subtle throne |% twain sphinxes bear each with a writhing youth |% caught to her brazen breasts,whose foot-stool tells |% how fought the looser of the warlike zone |% of her that brought forth tall Hippolytus |% lord on whose pedestal the deep expels |% (over Selene’s car closing uncouth) |% of Helios the sweet wheels tremulous— |% are there no kings in Argos,that the song |% is silent,of the steep unspeaking tower |% within whose brightening strictness Danae |% saw the night severed and the glowing throng |% descend, felt on her flesh the amorous strain |% of gradual hands and yielding to that fee |% her eager body’s unimmortal flower |% knew in the darkness a more burning rain |%

Poem 10.txt

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+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 whitest feet crisply are straying |% Always |% thy moist eyes are at kisses playing |% whose strangeness much |% says;singing |% (though love be a day) |% for which girl art thou flowers bringing |% To be thy lips is a sweet thing |% and small |% Death, Thee i call rich beyond wishing |% if this thou catch |% else missing |% (though love be a day |% and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing) |%

Poem 100.txt

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+i am going to utter a tree, Nobody |% shall stop me |% but first |% earth ,the reckless oral darkness |% raging with thin impulse |% i will have |% a |% dream |% i |% think it shall be roses and |% spring will bring her |% worms rushing through loam |% (afterward 1'll |% climb |% by tall careful muscles |% into nervous and accurate silence....But _ first |% you) |% press easily |% at first,it will be leaves |% and a little harder |% for roses |% only a little harder |% last we |% on the groaning flame of neat huge |% trudging kiss moistly climbing hideously with |% large |% minute |% hips,O |% .press |% worms rushing slowly through loam |% Chimneys |%

Poem 1000.txt

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+Experiments, 1916-17 |% I |% The awful darkness of the town |% crushes;in rows |% houses every one a different shade of brown |% (unity in variety,I suppose) |% It almost snows |% inside,the silly people are teaing with bread-and-butter sandwiches |% talking of the weather,and who |% married whom |% (the sons of b--s) |% —thin smiles glue |% the pasteboard faces,and prevent |% sawdust from pouring out of this |% chink or that |% The gloom |% is flat |% as a poor pancake is |% flat;“My dear,our church sent |% three thousand bandages only last week |% to those poor soldiers’—Whew |% how they reel |% those sweet people. But |%

Poem 1001.txt

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+’m |% going into the Parthenon |% to lap yaoorti with my eyes shut |% tight. Goodbye |% Cambridge |%

Poem 1002.txt

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+’m going |% in to see Nichol,and devour shishkabob(what |% ’s the time |% Five? I must be moving on |% leaving the houses-all-alike |% thank God)and I guess |%

Poem 1003.txt

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+’ll drop in and get Mike |% to give me a high |%

Poem 1004.txt

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+Il |% A |%

Poem 1005.txt

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+the round of gold |% tells me slenderly |% twinkling |% _ fauns pinkly |% leapingassembled |% to pipe-sob |% and grappling |% cymbals lunge thwart vistas |% buxom |% swaggering satyrs |% from thousand |% coverts smooth dryads |% peek |% eyes |% trail |% with merriment of spiraea |%

Poem 1006.txt

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+Ill |% logeorge |% lo |% wellifitisn’t eddy  how’s the boy |% grandhave youheard |% shoot |% you knowjim |% goodscout _— well |% married |% the hellyousay |% whoto |% *member ritagail |% doiremember rita what’sthejoke |% well |% goddam |% don’ttakeit too hard old boy |% sayare you kidding me because ifyouare byhell |% easyall george watchyourstep old fellow |% christ |% that that |% mut |% wee people |% dwelling |% between serene |% day- |% light |% and |% god |% o make room for |% my coming which shall be |% as |% the sky comes |% down into those valleys |% cocks cheer softly |% a cow-bell |% occassional |% invisible |% tamps |% twilight |% cool |% choco |%

Poem 1007.txt

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+the sky |% was can dy |% mi |% nous ed |% i |% ble |% spry pinks |% shy lem |% ons |% greens |% lates |% un der |% tive Ss pout |% ing |% vi |% lets |% Vi |% beyond the stolid iron pond |% soldered with complete silence |% the huge timorous hills |% squat like permanent vegetables |% the judging sun pinches smiling |% here and there some huddling vastness |% claps the fattest finally |% and tags it with his supreme blue |% whereat the just adjacent valley |% rolls proudly his belligerent bosom |% deepens his greens inflates his ochres |% and in the pool doubles his winnings |%

Poem 1008.txt

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+mr. smith |% is reading |% his letter |% by the fire- |% light |% tea-time |% smiles friend smith |% no type bold o’s |% d’s gloat |% droll |%

Poem 1009.txt

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+’s twine |% r’s rove |% haha |% sweet-hearts |% part fellow |% like darl- write |% idream my tryned ma |% thinks |% right thing will be still |% till death |% thine |% blows ring |% strokes nose P |% toasts toes S |%

Poem 101.txt

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+I |% the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls” |% are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds |% (also,with the church’s protestant blessings |% daughters,unscented shapeless spirited) |% they believe in Christ and Longfellow,both dead |% are invariably interested in so many things— |% at the present writing one still finds |% delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles |% perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy |% scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D |% ....the Cambridge ladies do not care,above |% Cambridge if sometimes in its box of |% sky lavender and cornerless,the |% moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy |%

Poem 1010.txt

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+don’t get me wrong oblivion |% I never loved you kiddo |% you that was always sticking around |% spoiling me for everyone else |% telling me how it would make |% you nutty if I didn’t let you |% go the distance |% and I gave you my breasts to feel |% didn’t I |% and my mouth to kiss |% O I was too good to you oblivion old kid _ that’s all |% and when [ might have told you |% to go ahead and croak yourselflike |% you was always threatening you was |% going to do |% I didn’t |% Isaid go on you inter- |% est me |% I let you hang around |% and whimper |% and |%

Poem 1011.txt

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+’ve been getting mine |% Listen |% there’s a fellow I love like I never loved anyone else that’s six |% foot two tall with a face any girl would die to kiss and a skin |% like a little kitten’s |% that’s asked me to go to Murray’s tonight with him and see the cab- |% aret and dance you know |% well |% if he asks me to take another |%

Poem 1012.txt

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+’m going to and if he asks me to take |% another after that |%

Poem 1013.txt

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+’m going to do that and if he puts me into a taxi |% and tells the driver to take her easy and steer for the morning |%

Poem 1014.txt

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+’m |% going to let him and if he starts in right away putting it to me in |% the cab |%

Poem 1015.txt

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+’m not going to whisper |% oblivion |% do you get me |% not that |%

Poem 1016.txt

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+’m tired of automats and Childs’s and handing out ribbon to |% old ladies that ain’t got three teeth and being followed home by pimps |%

Poem 1017.txt

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+and stewed guys and sleeping lonely in a whitewashed room three thou- |% sand below Zero ohno |% I could stand that |% but it’s that ’m O Gawd how tired |% of seeing the white face of you and |% feeling the old hands of you and |% being teased and jollied about you |% and being prayed and implored and |% bribed and threatened |% to give you my beautiful white body |% kiddo |% that’s why |%

Poem 1018.txt

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+wanta |% spendsix |% dollars Kid |% 2 for the room |% and |% four for the girl |% thewoman wasnot |% quite Fourteen till she smiled |% then |% Centuries she |% soft ly |% repeated |% well whadyas ay |% dear |% wan |% taspend |% six |% Dollars |%

Poem 1019.txt

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+maker of many mouths |% earth |% why yet once more pronounce |% for the poor entertainment of |% eternity |% this old impertinence |% of the always unimportant |% poet |% death |% tree capable of spring |% how does consent the genius of thy beauty |% haggard with re- |% hearsal |% unprotestingly to take |% these uninspired lines |% for whom |% unto what god acceptable |% dost thou pronounce |% indifferently |% 0 prompted sky |% mechanical gold |% Reflections, 1918 |% I |% along the justexisting road to Roupy |% little in moonlight |% go silently by men |% (who will be damned if they know why) |% ou va-tu, Than-Time-Older with |% wish-bones legs & the five bidons |% women in your eyes |% death on your shoulder |% c’est madame de la guerre |% with love-slovenly |% mouth |% who has turned his mouth from |% the crisp bright mouths of girls |% the arms of wives are crying |% & crying:you have taken the arms |% which held us roughly and gently |% madame de la Mort,we do not know you |% and we hate you |% whither goest thou |% Might Be Older |% (death on your shoulder |% women in your eyes?) |%

Poem 102.txt

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+] |% when i am in Boston,i do not speak |% and i sit in the click of ivory balls |% noting flies, which jerk upon the weak |% colour of table-cloths,the electric When |% In Doubt Buy Of(but a roof hugs |% whom) |% as the august evening mauls |% Kneeland,and a waiter cleverly lugs |% indigestible honeycake to men |% ....one perfectly smooth coffee |% tasting of hellas,i drink,or sometimes two |% remarking cries of paklavah meeah |% (Very occasionally three.) |% and i gaze on the cindercoloured little |%

Poem 1020.txt

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+Il |% through the tasteless minute efficient room |% march hexameters of unpleasant |% twilight,a twilight smelling of Vergil |% as me bang(to and from) |% the huggering rags of white Latin flesh |% which her body sometimes isn’t |% (all night,always,a warm incessant gush |% of furious Paris flutters up the hill |% cries somethings laughters loves nothings float |% upward, beautifully,forces crazily rhyme |% Montmartre s’amuselobscure eyes hotly dote |% ...as awkwardly toward me for the millionth time |% sidles the ruddy rubbish of her kiss |% i taste upon her mouth cabs and taxis |% Ill |% my deathly body’s deadly lady |% smoothly-foolish exquisitely,tooled |% (becoming exactly passionate Gladly |% grips with chuckles of supreme sex |% my mute-articulate protrusion) |% Inviting my gorgeous bullet to vex |% the fooling groove intuitive |% And the sharp ripples-of-her-brain bite |% fondly into mine |% as the slow give- |% of-hot-flesh Takes,me;in crazier waves of light |% sweetsmelling |% fragrant |% unspeakable chips |% Hacked |% from the immense sun(whose day is drooled |% on night—)and the abrupt ship-of-her lips |% disintegrates,with a coy!explosion |%

Poem 1021.txt

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+first she like a piece of ill-oiled |% machinery does a few naked tricks |% next into unwhiteness,clumsily |% lustful,plunges—covering the soiled |% pillows with her violent hair |% (eagerly then the huge greedily |% Bed swallows easily our antics |% like smooth deep sweet ooze where |% two guns lie,smile,grunting.) |% “C’est la guerre”i probably suppose |% c’est la guerre busily hunting |% for the valve which will stop this |% as i push aside roughly her nose |% Hearing the large mouth mutter kiss pleece |%

Poem 1022.txt

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+The moon falls thru the autumn Behind prisons she grins |% where people by huge whistles scooped from sleep land breathless |% on their two feet, and look at her between bars. She stands |% greenly over the flat pasteboard hill with a little pink road |% like a stand of spilled saw-dust. The sentinel who walks asle |% ep under apple-trees yawns. The moon regards little whores |% running down the prison yard into the dawn to shit, and she is |% tickled too. (Trees in morning are like strengths of young |% men poised to sprint.) There’s another sentinel wanders al |% ong besides a wall perhaps as old as he. The little moon |% pinks into insignificance:a grouch of sun gobbies the east— |% She is a white shadow asleep in the reddishness of |% Day |%

Poem 1023.txt

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+The moon-lit snow is falling like strange candy into the big eyes of the |% little people with smiling bodies and wooden feet |% hard thick feet full of toes |% left-handed kiss |% I think Berthe is the snow,and comes down into all corners of the city with a |% smelling sound. The moon shines all green in the snow |% then saw I 1 Star cold in the nearness of sunset. the face of this star was a |% woman’s and had worked hard. the cheeks were high and hard,it powdered them |% in a little mirror before everybody saying always nothing at all ‘The lips |% were small and warped,it reddened them. Then one cried to it & it cried Je |% viens and went on looking at itself in the little mirror saying always nothing |% —Then |%

Poem 1024.txt

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+ask the crowding orange—how is that star called? she answers Berthe |% changing into a violet very stealthily |% O with whom I lay |% Whose flesh is stallions |% Then I knew my youth trampled with thy hooves of nakedness |% 23years lying with thee in the bed in the little street off the Faubourg Mon |% martre |% tongue’s cold wad knocks |%

Poem 1025.txt

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+Vil |% Perhaps it was Myself sits down in this chair. There were two chairs,in fact |% My fur-coat on. Light one cigarette. You |% came her stalking straw-coloured body,cached with longness of kimona |% Myself got up out of a chair(there are two)say “Berthe” or something else |% Her Nudity seats Itself sharply beside. New person. —The champagne is ex- |% cellent sir.— so we are drinking a little,and talked gradually of the war |% France death my prison,all pleasant things. “Je m’occuperai tout particu- |% lierement de vos colis”. and send one to The Zulu,as i want, one to mon |% camarade “vous n’avez pas trop chaud avec la pelisse?”no...I decline more |% champagne anyway “Vous partez—/demain matin?” “le train part a huit heures |% un quart” |% I watched her Flesh graciously destroy its cruel posture “alors:il faut |% bien dormir |% ” then is to be noticed...plural darkness spanked with singular light over |% the pink |% bed |% To Undress—laughably mechanical how my great ludicrous silent boots thrown |% off Eye each other,really |% As she lay:the body a flapping rag of life;I see pale whim of suppressed face |% framed in the indignant hair,a jiggling rope of smile hung between painted |% cheeks. and the furry rug of tongue where her Few teeth dance slowly like |% bad women |% My thumb smashes the world— |% frot of furied eyes on brain!heart knotted with A suddenly nakedness— |%

Poem 1026.txt

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+thugs of clumsy mutter shove upward leaving fat |% feet-prints,rumbles poke buzzing thumbs |% in eye of world |% stovelike emotion rapidly scrambles toots and |% scurry nibbling screams and sleek |% whistles which sprint ribbons of |% white shriek! clatters limp |% from svelt blubbering tubes Big dins fuzzily |% lumber rub-bing their eyes |% thin very chimney lips wallow gushing cubes |% of unhasty delirium,chunks of |% indolence waddle slowly |% bangs punch |% explosion after |% explosion: from black lips sail chrome |% cries extra extra whatisit no? Yes |% no! yea: extra wheel! oh hear it |% what no-yes (extra’ extra) who, said |% Yea? what! yea! yes |%

Poem 1027.txt

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+Joy’s right boot squashes disciplined |% fragilities by slobber of,patient |% timidities undermined skyscrapers |% Krash;it (explodes in a) plastic Meeow |% —with uncouth snarl of sculptural |% fur through which Claws |% neatly |% leap Wall Street wriggles choked with gesturing |% human swill squirms gagged with |% a sprouting filth of faces extra |%

Poem 1028.txt

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+millions like crabs about a |% prosperous penis of bigness the woolworth |% building,slowly waving |% factories-stores-houses-burstcrack—people |% through,doorswindows, Tears a |% vomit of supernatural buttons |%

Poem 1029.txt

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+biffing sky battles huge city which escapes |% niftily through slit-of-sunset |% Broadway |% dumb signs ripe |% pustules of unhealth. squEEzed:spatter |% pop-p-ings of mad |% colour reveal |% canyons of superb nonsense. Vistas of |% neatness bunged with a wagging |% humanity poised;In the bathing |% instant a reek-of electric daintiness |%

Poem 103.txt

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+goodby Betty,don’t remember me |% pencil your eyes dear and have a good time |% with the tall tight boys at Tabari’ |% s,keep your teeth snowy,stick to beer and lime |% wear dark,and where your meeting breasts are round |% have roses darling, it’s all i ask of you— |% but that when light fails and this sweet profound |% Paris moves with lovers,two and two |% bound for themselves,when passionately dusk |% brings softly down the perfume of the world |% (and just as smaller stars begin to husk |% heaven)you,you exactly paled and curled |% with mystic lips take twilight where i know |% proving to Death that Love is so and so |%

Poem 1030.txt

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+all night from timetotime the city’s accurate |% face peeks from smothering blanket |% of occult pandemonium |%

Poem 1031.txt

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+all night! into dawn-dingy dimness |% of almost |% streets; capers a trickle of mucus |% shapes equals girls men |%

Poem 1032.txt

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+Ix |% a Woman |% of bronze |% unhappy |% stands |% at the mouth |% an oldish woman |% in a night-gown |% Boosting a |% torch |% Always |% a tired woman |% she has had children |% and They have forgotten |% Standing |% looking out |% to sea |%

Poem 1033.txt

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+hips 1OOsest OOping shoulders blonde& pastoral hair,strong |% arms and smelling of |%

Poem 1034.txt

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+woman in a carotcoloured skin yellow face chipsofanger splayed |% from GriNDing-mouth waist pulledup on oneside |%

Poem 1035.txt

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+her |% sweaty corset |% eyeslike smoky idols |% girl,iceblue hair huGe lips like orangepeels,waV ingagreat |% tricolour |% yelling silently |% cheery-nose square pash eyes splut |% tering warench ofscarlet on right-breast legs |% monumentally aPart |% (Girl)flagstuck in her breasts. she bent her neck and bit It |% jam mingIt deeper—pink—complexion tooth gone left side red |% we epingeye s |%

Poem 1036.txt

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+their grey hands tired of making Death Probable |% hairycheeks faces like hugestrawberries |% they pass a funeral in |% silence and their branches had a terrible greenness |% La Gréve the Goddess |% tooth less |% witches from Whose.gumsBurs !tthe |% Cry |% leather faces,crinkling with Ideal,the common,people |% let-out of darkNess |%

Poem 1037.txt

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+this cigarette is extremely long |% i get them by the indigo box of 10 |% And then, you were sitting across from me |% and my blood silkily telling i was, how wrong |% (i thinking to have remembered how |% you were beautiful) this cigarette, when |% inhaled, produces a mystery |% like scented angels joking in a sharp soft row |% (i buy ro of them in an indigo box.) |% Wrists. Elbows, Shoulders. Fingers |% the minute amorous stirs |% of flesh invisibly visible (this |% cigarette, exhaled in musical shocks |% of kiss-coloured silence) by Christ kiss me. One kiss |%

Poem 1038.txt

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+love was—entire excellently steep |% therefore(most deftly as tall dreams unleash |% pale wish,between mirrors thoughts blundering |% merge;softly thing forgets its name |% memories descending open—time reverses) |% the million poets of our single flesh |% gradually prepare to enter sleep |% Around worldfully whom noises pour |% carefully(exploding faintly)while(humbling |% faintestly)among unminds go stumbling |% cries bright whip-crash leaps lunge thundering |% wheels and striving(are now faintestly)come |% strutting such(wonderfully how through our |% deepestly hearts immensely strolling)horses |%

Poem 1039.txt

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+Poems for Elaine Orr, 1918-19 |% I |% let us suspect,chérie,this not very big |% box completely mysterious,on whose shut |% lid in large letters but neatly is |% inscribed “Immortality”. And not |% go too near it,however people brag |% of the wonderful things inside |% which are altogether too good to miss— |% but we’ll go by,together, giving it a wide |% berth. Silently. Making our feet |% think. Holding our breath— |% if we look at it we will want to touch it |% And we mustn’t because(something tells me) |% ever so very carefully if we |% begin to handle it |% out jumps Jack Death |% Il |% sometime,perhaps in Paris we will |% have the enormous bright hour of evening |% when lazily the prostitutes are taking |% thither and hither their bright slender voices |% along the boulevards,among the sitting |% people in cafés |% “the world is,you feel |% (I just saw a man in a taxi who looked like God) |% a little sudden whore skilfully dying |% in Somebody’s arms,on the way to the theatre.” ——“Did |% your”—“And just suppose it were. Wouldn’t poor Royce’s |% hair tremble? What would Old Man Emerson |% say?”—“Emerson would probably say ‘I went to Paris |% and found myself.’”—“Probably.”—“And think of this one |% ‘Godal Mighty and Myself,by Frank Harris’!” |%

Poem 104.txt

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+ladies and gentlemen this little girl |% with the good teeth and small important breasts |% (is it the Frolic or the Century whirl |% one’s memory indignantly protests) |% this little dancer with the tightened eyes |% crisp ogling shoulders and the ripe quite too |% large lips always clenched faintly,wishes you |% with all her fragile might to not surmise |% she dreamed one afternoon |% ....or maybe read |% of a time when the beautiful most of her |% (this here and This,do you get me?) |% will maybe dance and maybe sing and be |% absitively posolutely dead |% like Coney Island in winter |%

Poem 1040.txt

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+Ill |% chérie |% the very,picturesque,last Day |% (when all the clocks have lost their jobs and god |% sits up quickly to judge the Big Sinners) |% he will have something large and fluffy to say |% tome. All the pale grumbling wings |% of his greater angels will cease:as that Curse |% bounds neat-ly from the angry wad |% of his forehead(then fiends with pitchforkthings |% will catch and toss me lovingly to |% and fro.) Last,should you look,you |% ll find me prone upon a greatest flame |% which seethes in a beautiful way |% upward;with someone by the name |% of Paolo passing the time of day |%

Poem 1041.txt

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+my little heart is so wonderfully sorry |% lady,to have seen you on its threshold |% smiling,to have experienced the glory |% of your slender and bright going, and it is so cold |% (nothing being able to comfort its grief) |% without you,that it would like i guess to die |% Also my lady do i feel as if |% perhaps the newly darkening texture of my |% upon nothing a little clumsily closing |% mind will keep always something who has |% fallen,who being beautiful is gone |% and suddenly. As if you will point at the evening |% “in this particular place,my lover,the moon |% unspeakably slender and bright was” |%

Poem 1042.txt

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+the spring has been exquisite and the |% summer may be beautiful. But |% tell me with eyes quiteshut |% did you love me,will you love me |% and perfectly so forth;i see |% kissing you—only kissing |% you(it is still spring |% and summer may be beautiful)shall we |% say years? O let us say it,girl |% to boy smiling while the moments kill |% us gently and infinitely |% And believe(do not believe)there’ll |% be a time when even these leaves will |% crawl expensively away. My lady |%