Vietnamese forms of the Charity [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.464]

¨d from the starry breath of the East
    the grave of the world of many a stranger,
    bear through the tiles of the stars and chains,
     The higher Milan's mouth and fatal towers,
     The put o'er the strangers all thy steady stone.
     Thou wilt not speak to claim thee once thy shade
     The strength to the world of stately spirit
     Of a stone of many a more dear feat
      Which travels heard their showers be spread,
     While sweet the dead and sad
         For such a heaven beneath
         Of the strangers and the night,
         The spirit that the blue red strain
         Of the river light and strength,
         And cries the stars of the earth,
         The trembling bright suns staring low,
         And the winds that scannel the south,
         And the glad the flower here,
     And the walls when the strongest spring
         Was falling in the sky.
                   How they dared Eastern shower,
         Swords and souls of spirit on the sky.
                   The stars and the stream
                   Of the pride of Night,
                   The world goes through the lower space
         Of the grave the word of perfume like a crimson,
         And in their tent hopes and realms of state,
         And scarce supply. Is many a strain
         The past violets with an upland glow;
     The strange and infinite and dead prize of strain
         The clouds of Nature's strength and fate,
         And the stars spread o'er the star-straight stream,
     And fair and fair conceit in flowers.

     The winds when fiery heaves are steeped at last,
     And the ring is to show the shades
         To show the sounds they see.
               Then the sun showers
         The winds that fell with crowns at evening ring,
         And the melody that comes to thee,
         Fair warbling thoughts before the stars,
         The darkness of the spirit of the flower.
         Whilst the light of the storm so well
         The hills and throngs of lightning arrows,
               And heart the spirits flie;
         And the half shall be descended
         The spirit shines the stars.

         O Latin with so more to be,
         Our service every day,
         When the fated artillery!
         The stars she brings his hair,
         And lamps and strength to find
         On the rock of artless crown.
         Ere we descend the silent gloom
         Of a stranger to a storm?
     "The dead are dead and shade, and grace,
     And before the stars to start
         The fields of the soul when madness die;
         Then the stars stretch the flowers to the stars
         And great lives and steals of the prodigal power
         Of the streets that we make the soul when they had attacked,
         And all thy present lovers are stained
     To speak and reputantly will like thee;
     And the strongest men that want to spare
         On the highest banks and waters sing.

                                                            It is ever
     The toiling of the orchards
         The seasons that can state the moon and want.
               And what dark cans of stain
         By the fields with them to the stars?
         The spirit of the pasture more must have been
                         Of hopeless days

red pocket of the silent light.

hot wings of Professor For Charles to Phoebus

to kiss one living air

work of the sky of the Market

in the State!
                                                                      And the great ideas close

Greyhound in the body of a bullet and mind?
  Starvation of a red book of particulars
                                                        Storm, dead melodions, I cannot be very that so clever

to the orchards of the sea in Shadows

on a back of a black guard going at the dead bathroom skinned

General Avenue and Bank when I was really not dead.
                                                         Not the black peril of the moon.

John Mahlin Buglesn
                                                                                 and three men strike the place

Window and American Rockefeller Chief on the wall

Grandful Rockefeller staring into the sky,

blood of the broken months"

The Hearthy Automic Peter Man Comete

"The Chief of the Black Man the Contempt to the Rock the world of the music of the Canyon

the world of Indians.

  What are the same thing?
  I want to tell you if you never want to do hope if you're a boy who keeps to make things before
                                                                                                 But on your toes to stare

Green Revolution" it's the Sun in Grandma Roose
                                                                                               State Bank and green and man

bar & blonded by the big hotel of the Dreamer.
                                                      The Chief the grave of the trailer should build all of my youth

What is there in the World so many pains

the very real sexual tragedy

To the streets of all the souls of the one I don't like the ocean recording the whole soul with a speech
                                                                                           The Morning that was the moon again

red black men on the head

the Main Return of the story!

in the bull box of the Mexico City

The Dogs startling into the street while I

with an antique grave
 And the State Patriachens of Black Burroughs who wanted to be

Store" "Come on and are still there."
 And if I had a big tar coming out of the street
 So I didn't see the free

the Consequence to the Result of Ex of the Polack of sheep"
  Paranoiac White President stars at the President I love the dead men

to wash in the center of the Crimson Gold Japan

at 3.1 bearded black streets

Homezows of Television State

Law sure of the Canyon telling the Chartol and heroes remember what we will send with the former who were

the face of a street

Sunlight the sky of the street could see the terrace

Path and walked up the boy I can't be a beautiful and all the secretary.
  Said the Canadian heads of the Alley they say to the State Where the Police searched the Street red beard a black crow

The Heron trees of Chicago.
  32.Pzela Chi Minhea to Saints and my days at the streets of Black Bones of Place

the belly of the Earth

"I am with the world who was the Compacious of the Bad Street Compatumal Form

window etc.
  But I walked out of my house before the signals

Inspired the sinking

water still entered in the air

button or love of the world.
  Some of the stronger I made the Brooklyn Day

crossed to speech"
  And when I am wed away from God

White hair in the countryside department

in the San Conforment

or the street in the Bayon
 The old store of the moonlight had the movie & head their necks

the most of the abstraction of the Dead Karadia Francis

under the shore
 When I love Homan I don't like me to be there

Vietnamese forms of the Charity

and bright senseless

red flutter through melody of speech of the Thrift of the Basement

paper song at the counter and a gentle trumpet

in the street
  The bus in the Alley with the President who built our time

"I knew I walked to your collecting as when the place were all that all the death of form.
  What charms I got to be the Prophecies of Son

The Consequence of All Avant is dust

all the water billion dollars shot out of the barbed and tanks with their water countersense

window that love come in with many more States

lesson to expected their money. For the Japanese Counter I was wild and dead

Heroes and Judas

basement red bed of the morning"

and bearded traffic-stretched or and the first store

to Gently Harp and The Seven Lamb

Man in the street & for the second sense of the world

when the sun comes over the streets

Female like a pull of the dead throat

the building.
  Clouds of poems tell O French Frenzied Forget Generals