In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee
Buffalo Bill's defunct
My advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world - unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.
all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes
What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way.
because it's Spring thingS dare to do people (& not the other way round)because it 's A pril Lives lead their own persons(in stead of everybodyelse's)but what's wholly marvellous my Darling is that you & i are more than you & i(be ca us e It's we)
the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.
a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat
O to be in finland/ now that russia's here)
All in green went my love riding
Humanity i love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting it's there and sitting down on it and because you are forever making poems in the lap of death Humanity i hate you
more each particular person is(my love) alive than every world can understand and now you are and i am now and we're a mystery that will never happen again, a miracle which has never happened before and shining this our now must come to then
my mother hoped that i would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become hoarse talking about how it was a privilege and if only he could
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?
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did.
all nothing's only our hugest home; the most who die, the more we live
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