Whit, Will, & Swedish
curls, the bride, enemy near us
dear to me, swimming immovable
fathers to much work here to me
no escape there to the bushes
old hills, dabbled hair, glory of none & nobody else
me & my scientific power alone, draw close, Ohio
where the frozen spirit encourage
twisting sobs alive snow falls cutting my
does she find strength, dissatisfied
I sit here writing random blue
bright my hand who
so full They can’t copy it
I swear I am beautiful now, seminal Seine poem
temple emanations, all floating, sinking the same
I thought of her that I love
then quickly dote on myself What do I see?
raw heart rose of avenues
