Tag Archives: American Poets

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take it from me kiddo believe me my country,’tis of

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m …

pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable …

Picasso you give us Things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full …

ordinary wind is winding(cold face blush wind is winding here …

one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one: …

(once like a spark) if strangers meet life begins- not …

dreaming in marble all the castle lay like some gigantic …

(of Ever-Ever Land i speak sweet morons gather roun’ who …

of all the blessings which to man kind progress doth …

O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting