Potential Titles: Maxwell Bodenheim
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somethingdarkerTurning all desire into light - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Blue-Bird"
The atom of a pent-up dream - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butter-Cup"
Your little breath of contemplation - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butter-Cup"
Aimless petal of the wind - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butterfly"
The drowsy arm of stillness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butterfly"
To whom the darkness is a child - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"
To whom sunlight is a tattered pilgrim - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"
Make an incense of sound - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"
Down a glaring maze of walls - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"
Raising myriads of chained wings - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Grass-Blade"
Years loosen one sand grain - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Horned Toad"
Slashing their dreams with motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Horned Toad"
Lose the taste of stillness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Horned Toad"
Be a liquid threshold for the dawn - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Pool"
Build a golden stairway of escape - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Pool"
Time is but a phantom dagger - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Pool"
And flings their turmoil to the sky - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a River Steam-Boat"
Can disregard the stars - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Street-Pavement"
I stuffed my ears with faded stars - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"
The little universe of music pent in me - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"
For your fiendish ripple must be heard - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"
Looses its thin divine kindness - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"
Greed, like a gorged Machiavelli - Maxwell Bodenheim "American Vaudeville Show"
Blue with which the sky retreats - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
To stop the revolving monster of life - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
Astonished at their shrunken estate - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
Fastened to one pathetic puzzle - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
Their blue reverts to swelling reveries - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
Bends with helpless messages - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
Trying to walk on mysterious ice - Maxwell Bodenheim "Boarding-House Episode"
With secret, chained thoughts - Maxwell Bodenheim "Boarding-House Episode"
With broken shields piled at her feet - Maxwell Bodenheim "Boarding-House Episode"
Gathering atoms of humour and melancholy - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"
Over the knitting of remorse - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"
Fed them platters of minced scandal - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"
Might falter in the presence of dust - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"
The sordid boast of stone and brick - Max Bodenheim "City Streets"
That wins the pity of a sky - Max Bodenheim "City Streets"
Subside to fragments of defeat - Max Bodenheim "City Streets"
Cry the names of colors - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
Into the conspiring fires of souls - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
Chant the names of colors - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
Who surrounds himself with crystal safeguards - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
The dangerous sounds of unattained realities - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
With words as deliberate as wind - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
With a pinch of powdered emotion - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"
Lying mobs of sighs and laughs - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"
From the hopeless decay of thought - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"
Riding the wild horse of the mind - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"
Who mistakes one shiver for immortality - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning America"
A more conspicuous conflict - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning America"
And sought the identity of sternness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning Emotions"
The confetti thrown by emotion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning Emotions"
A blind and soothing admiration - Maxwell Bodenheim "Country Girl"
Heavy with his reckless ghost - Maxwell Bodenheim "Country Girl"
The trouble of his hands - Maxwell Bodenheim "Country Girl"
Like a thistle dipped in frost - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Courtesan Chats"
Waiting for the conquest of words - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"
In the doom of green - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"
Achieved the solace of admiration - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"
Dangle to the whims of winds - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"
Immersed in the task of holding nothing - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dear Minna"
A shattered invitation to curiosity and anticipation - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dear Minna"
The spacious tragedy of distance - Max Bodenheim "Decadent Cry"
Fixed idols made by flesh and mind - Max Bodenheim "Decadent Cry"
With static postures of hope - Max Bodenheim "Definitions"
History is an accidental madness - Max Bodenheim "Definitions"
Pressed upon a slippery, dodging ghost - Max Bodenheim "Definitions"
Thin furies of emotion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Description and Exhortation"
Stole the simple blush of my desire - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
Spurned the smirched angers of my days - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
Lingered in shimmering idleness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
Lengthened a prayer into a lance - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
And dropped its sightless heaven - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
Hopes that lie within their grave - Maxwell Bodenheim "East-Side: New York"
Have spilled their troubled ghosts - Maxwell Bodenheim "East-Side: New York"
The hunted transparency of dawn - Maxwell Bodenheim "Expressions on a Child's Face"
The defeated wisdom of a smile - Maxwell Bodenheim "Expressions on a Child's Face"
The invisible recklessness of perfume - Maxwell Bodenheim "Expressions on a Child's Face"
Whose eyes are already convinced - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fantasy"
A mountain emancipated by humour - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fantasy"
To become graceful and indiscreet - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"
Dressed in occasional novelty - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"
With polished relics of emotion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"
Within a room of tortured angles - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"
That only ruins could reveal - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fifth Avenue (New York)"
A stream of accidental shadows - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fifth Avenue (New York)"
A dwindling gift are you, laughter - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"
Counterfeiting you on street-corners - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"
Not in scorn do I laugh - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"
A different smile for each thought - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"
Moon-paint on a colorless house - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"
A quest for daisies in the moon - Max Bodenheim "Girl"
And spend pieces of your heart - Max Bodenheim "Girl"
And only his trophies are real - Maxwell Bodenheim "Hatred of Metaphor and Simile"
Her head was a morning in April - Max Bodenheim "A Head"
Two tired shepherds with lanterns - Max Bodenheim "A Head"
The hurried machination of water - Maxwell Bodenheim "I Walk Upon a Street"
Divided by another nightmare dream - Maxwell Bodenheim "I Walk Upon a Street"
My thoughts meet the wind-scattered color of you - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Friendship" [The Little Review, Apr. 1917, v.3, no.10]
The green shadowed trance of the water - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Friendship" [The Little Review, Apr. 1917, v.3, no.10]
The long, green-white reverie of the horizon - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Life and Death: Death"
Widen out in the silence of air - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Life and Death: Death"
Hard with years of thought-spinning - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Life and Death: Life"
Tossed from a violent mirage - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"
Bribing the quiet madness of evening - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"
With cunning promises of red - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"
Win the drifting pension of dust - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"
The insurrection of a flea - Maxwell Bodenheim "Inevitable"
Awaits forever threatening claws - Maxwell Bodenheim "Inevitable"
Stumbled from the open windows - Maxwell Bodenheim "Insanity"
The clashing bones of happiness and fear - Maxwell Bodenheim "Insanity"
Have earned the sympathy of dirt - Max Bodenheim "Intimate Scene"
Elastic humbleness of flowers and weeds - Maxwell Bodenheim "Landscape"
Use an obvious language that deceives - Maxwell Bodenheim "Landscape"
Made by men to soothe their fears - Maxwell Bodenheim "Landscape"
Changed to wounds by the desiring heart - Maxwell Bodenheim "Metaphysical Elizabeth"
Pushed down by silence - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
The meadows like rolled-out centuries - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
In the wind's golden elusiveness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
Sprinkling their stifled mockery - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
Upon the blue tomb of the air - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
The winding paradise of old loves - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
Steal pity from city streets - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"
Had hidden beneath a loose generosity - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"
Possessed by the plight of eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"
Beneath the futility of explanation - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"
The light of one pale purple lantern - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Blind"
Seeping into his dream-hollowed face - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Blind"
Floating, transparent words pale with unuttered meanings - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Blind"
Its shadow leaned heavily upon his heart - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Blind"
Only a wanderer plaited with dust - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Change"
Rose-fragrance waltzing in the wind - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Chorus Girl"
Swinging through waves of sunlight - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Chorus Girl"
Upon my feet the kisses of Death - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Death [I shall walk down the road]"
Tip-toed after me down the road - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Death [I shall walk down the road]"
Made a dark whirlpool with longing - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Death [I shall walk down the road]"
Rise and widen out in the silence of air - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Death [A fan of smoke in the long, green-white]"
Gripped by the memory of lost petals - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Factory Girl"
Would crumble to falling brown dust - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Factory Girl"
Boxes sprinkled with crude forget-me-nots - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Factory Girl"
In the woven meditation and surprise of a morning - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Forgetfulness"
A morning uncovering its wind-wreathed head - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Forgetfulness"
Over the body of your last slain sorrow - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Forgetfulness"
Scrape the edges of bending swirls - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Friendship"
My thoughts meet the wind-scattered color - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Friendship"
Your voice in which the wind takes no part - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
Mists of music wedding each other - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
A drunken, odor-laced peddler is the morning wind - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
Brings you golden-scarfed cities - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
Swirls of bells burdened with summer - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
A whisper that holds the smile you cannot shape - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
Night, crushing sound between his fingers - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Interlude"
Hold fire that does not break out - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Intrusion"
Whose heart was a flagon of ashes - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Meeting"
Stained with the odors of sleeping wine-songs - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Meeting"
Words I have stolen from your heart - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet to His Love"
The dust of many roads has been my grey wine - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet-Vagabond Grown Old"
Surprised beech-trees have bowed with me - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet-Vagabond Grown Old"
Humming tunes frail as webs of dead perfume - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet-Vagabond Grown Old"
Have bathed me in the wine of their silence - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet-Vagabond Grown Old"
Dance a bit with dying wisps of moonlight - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet-Vagabond Grown Old"
With decorous puzzling pinks and browns - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Portraits I"
Hollows cradling broken shadows - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Portraits I"
Vague words tapered off to pale weariness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Portraits II"
Night striving to forget his dream - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Portraits II"
Twisted to a hieroglyphic of silence - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Soldiers"
Pitched into the surliness of the ditch - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To a Discarded Steel Rail"
Strength has always delicate, secret reasons - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To a Discarded Steel Rail"
Showed me the virtues whose images you destroyed - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To an Enemy"
Glimpses of you in the glasses you uncovered - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To an Enemy"
Vines of starlight questioned your face - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To Georgie May"
Your eyes dissolved over distances - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To Georgie May"
That left you vague hunger poised over death - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To Georgie May"
Cupped a hunted bit of your smile - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To One Dead [I walked upon a hill]"
Were steeped in our remembrance - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To One Dead [I walked upon a hill]"
Noons tame and dust-quiet - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To One Dead [Shaking nights, noons tame and dust-quiet]"
Weighing tiny, stray chips of you - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To One Dead [Shaking nights, noons tame and dust-quiet]"
Somehow silent in lines of flesh - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Finding the earth too small - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Crowding life into seven words - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The interval between two steps - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
When Death recovers his vigor - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The mobile protection of a smile - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The ferocious lies of ice - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Can fashion masks of ideas - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The nimble light of contemplations - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Dreams of warm permanence - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Desire only to be distinct - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Cramped weight of memorized realities - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Narrowing the broad escape - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
To catch the upheaval of triumph - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Their slashed and poisoned loneliness - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The scrutiny of mind, and heart, and soul - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The warm, assuring duty of prayer - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The avaricious words of a meager, petrified man - Maxwell Bodenheim "Nondescript Typist"
A thrust of chattering wistfulness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Nondescript Typist"
Their shamefaced grays and reds - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
Falling from a tapestry of memory - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
Spin their miracles of motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
His ecstasy of staring, counterfeit eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
Quicker and more furtive than time - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
Against the tangled vividness of night - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
An unbidden word whitening the death of a smile - Maxwell Bodenheim "An Old Man Humming a Song" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
The slanting, cambric curtain of his soul - Maxwell Bodenheim "An Old Man Humming a Song" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
With eyes of radium - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"
And hummed frayed songs - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"
Tapering fingers and metal eyes - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"
Ribbon turning to circles of stone - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"
A red cloth over your etched face - Maxwell Bodenheim "Pastels"
Burdened with many colors - Maxwell Bodenheim "Pastels"
Tempting our flesh to renounce its weight - Maxwell Bodenheim "Platonic Narrative"
A curious courtship in your brain - Max Bodenheim "Poem"
Threaded with orderly shimmers of repentance - Max Bodenheim "Poem"
Into another pause before corruption - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"
Achieve an accidental dream - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"
Trapped within these months and years - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"
Diversion to my chained impatience - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"
Created you to guard its doors - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"
That skims the lips of many adjectives - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. II: Waitress"
Of stifled mystics defying Time - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. III: Shop-Girl"
The total of my bolder gains - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. V: Housewife"
Of mild mists and wild raptures - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VI: Woman"
To use thought as a musical instrument - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VI: Woman"
Retire to the slow digesting of his lie - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VII: Old Actor"
Your pennies are gathered - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VII: Old Actor"
They build larger jails for time - Maxwell Bodenheim "Psychic Clowns"
Upon the last edges of thought - Maxwell Bodenheim "Psychic Clowns"
The details of his festival in brown - Max Bodenheim "Psychology from Mars"
Our bodies garlanded with mind - Max Bodenheim "Psychology from Mars"
Their fierce pretense of hardness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattle-Snake Mountain Dialogue"
That stream of seeking motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattle-Snake Mountain Dialogue"
A boldness puzzled by his flesh - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattlesnake Mountain Fable I"
One long circle of despairing grace - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattlesnake Mountain Fable I"
The dark and candid gaze of night - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattlesnake Mountain Fable II"
That jaded collaborator, daylight - Maxwell Bodenheim "Realism"
Where your brown hills bite the sky - Maxwell Bodenheim "Realism"
Upon the plodding, emaciated days - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
Escaping nightly from their souls - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
Night will lean upon them - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
And join the smothered gossip of trees - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
Still on the high roofs of the mind - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
Or borrow sorceries of flesh - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
A decorative speed of thought and soul - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
That renders dogmas bashful - Max Bodenheim "Reluctant Lady"
Need the scorching of my breath - Max Bodenheim "Rhymed Conversation with Money"
In a thousand minor lines - Maxwell Bodenheim "Short Story in Sonnet Form"
That delusion known as truth - Maxwell Bodenheim "Short Story in Sonnet Form"
The ache of your sincerity - Maxwell Bodenheim "Short Story in Sonnet Form"
The wordless dream of the fire - Max Bodenheim "Silence"
The white clock dropping gray minutes - Max Bodenheim "Silence"
Like the birth of little winds - Max Bodenheim "Silence"
Into the poised lyric of the sky - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
As though unseen roses grazed him - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
To the rotted prayers of eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
Raised a violin of hate - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
The trampled blasphemy upon her - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
Crash into night like ghostly curses - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
Wanders one step toward the stars - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
Sleek suns dipped in sleepy light - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
A strident lyric of motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
Has taken iron into his laugh - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
Night has broken her heart upon him - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
Only finding it within herself - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
Shut the doorways of their souls - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
And change it to raw music - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
To stumble into abrupt harmonies - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
Imagination drenches his eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
The triumph of an imagined escape - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
To weave schemes of consolation - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
Reaching into the black space underneath - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
To worship idols or mimic fireflies - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
Silence will pardon both of us - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
From the aimless tongues of these trees - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
Acquaintance with the eccentric night - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
A subtle invitation to nakedness - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
This luxury of mild mist and wild raptures - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
Reward the luminous question - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
Into the smooth curvatures of faith - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
The warm quarrel of emotions - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
Crimson antagonists to contemplation - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
The tyrannies of formal reiteration - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
People fling their powdered souls at you - Maxwell Bodenheim "To --" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
The shifting shadow of a stain on your rigid lines - Maxwell Bodenheim "To --" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
More slender than the motives of wind - Max Bodenheim "To a Corpulent Singer"
Where tragedy experiments with lanterns - Max Bodenheim "To a Corpulent Singer"
By centuries of baffled meditation - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Man"
The first rest of a thirstless journey - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Woman"
Knowledge is born of a second - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Woman"
Reaches the suburbs of Eternity - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Woman"
Who sway in and out of the waters of life - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Handpainted Chinaware" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
Catch morsels of food from birds flying overhead - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Handpainted Chinaware" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
Men who unrolled little souls on plates - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Handpainted Chinaware" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
Wavering on the sudden brink of jaded bitterness - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Orrick Johns"
And weave a prayer into your naked stride - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Orrick Johns"
The jerking, smoldering ghost of a thought - Maxwell Bodenheim "To the Violinist"
Pits a trillion times blacker - Maxwell Bodenheim "To the Violinist"
The chained recalcitrance of earth - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"
Flashing witchcraft that rides on thunderclaps - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"
The crystallized escape of fear - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"
Against the wide malevolence of space - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"
We decorate the treachery of time - Max Bodenheim "A Visitor from Mars Smiles"
Immune to light and time - Maxwell Bodenheim "When Fools Dispute"
To lift the oval of my soul - Maxwell Bodenheim "While Hearing a Little Song (Solveigs Lied)"
Slender, cloud-voiced rings of notes - Maxwell Bodenheim "While Hearing a Little Song (Solveigs Lied)"
With jests that light its troubled hands - Maxwell Bodenheim "Young Poet"
In your kirtle of borrowed skies - Maxwell Bodenheim "Young Poet"
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The atom of a pent-up dream - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butter-Cup"
Your little breath of contemplation - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butter-Cup"
Aimless petal of the wind - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butterfly"
The drowsy arm of stillness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Butterfly"
To whom the darkness is a child - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"
To whom sunlight is a tattered pilgrim - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"
Make an incense of sound - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"
Down a glaring maze of walls - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Forest"
Raising myriads of chained wings - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Grass-Blade"
Years loosen one sand grain - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Horned Toad"
Slashing their dreams with motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Horned Toad"
Lose the taste of stillness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Horned Toad"
Be a liquid threshold for the dawn - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Pool"
Build a golden stairway of escape - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Pool"
Time is but a phantom dagger - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Pool"
And flings their turmoil to the sky - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a River Steam-Boat"
Can disregard the stars - Maxwell Bodenheim "Advice to a Street-Pavement"
I stuffed my ears with faded stars - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"
The little universe of music pent in me - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"
For your fiendish ripple must be heard - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"
Looses its thin divine kindness - Maxwell Bodenheim "After Feeling Deux Arabesques by Debussy"
Greed, like a gorged Machiavelli - Maxwell Bodenheim "American Vaudeville Show"
Blue with which the sky retreats - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
To stop the revolving monster of life - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
Astonished at their shrunken estate - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
Fastened to one pathetic puzzle - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
Their blue reverts to swelling reveries - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
Bends with helpless messages - Max Bodenheim "Baby"
Trying to walk on mysterious ice - Maxwell Bodenheim "Boarding-House Episode"
With secret, chained thoughts - Maxwell Bodenheim "Boarding-House Episode"
With broken shields piled at her feet - Maxwell Bodenheim "Boarding-House Episode"
Gathering atoms of humour and melancholy - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"
Over the knitting of remorse - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"
Fed them platters of minced scandal - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"
Might falter in the presence of dust - Maxwell Bodenheim "Captain Simmons' Wife"
The sordid boast of stone and brick - Max Bodenheim "City Streets"
That wins the pity of a sky - Max Bodenheim "City Streets"
Subside to fragments of defeat - Max Bodenheim "City Streets"
Cry the names of colors - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
Into the conspiring fires of souls - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
Chant the names of colors - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
Who surrounds himself with crystal safeguards - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
The dangerous sounds of unattained realities - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
With words as deliberate as wind - Max Bodenheim "Color and a Woman"
With a pinch of powdered emotion - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"
Lying mobs of sighs and laughs - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"
From the hopeless decay of thought - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"
Riding the wild horse of the mind - Max Bodenheim "Compulsory Tasks"
Who mistakes one shiver for immortality - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning America"
A more conspicuous conflict - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning America"
And sought the identity of sternness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning Emotions"
The confetti thrown by emotion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Concerning Emotions"
A blind and soothing admiration - Maxwell Bodenheim "Country Girl"
Heavy with his reckless ghost - Maxwell Bodenheim "Country Girl"
The trouble of his hands - Maxwell Bodenheim "Country Girl"
Like a thistle dipped in frost - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Courtesan Chats"
Waiting for the conquest of words - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"
In the doom of green - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"
Achieved the solace of admiration - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"
Dangle to the whims of winds - Maxwell Bodenheim "Cry, Naked and Personal"
Immersed in the task of holding nothing - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dear Minna"
A shattered invitation to curiosity and anticipation - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dear Minna"
The spacious tragedy of distance - Max Bodenheim "Decadent Cry"
Fixed idols made by flesh and mind - Max Bodenheim "Decadent Cry"
With static postures of hope - Max Bodenheim "Definitions"
History is an accidental madness - Max Bodenheim "Definitions"
Pressed upon a slippery, dodging ghost - Max Bodenheim "Definitions"
Thin furies of emotion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Description and Exhortation"
Stole the simple blush of my desire - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
Spurned the smirched angers of my days - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
Lingered in shimmering idleness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
Lengthened a prayer into a lance - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
And dropped its sightless heaven - Maxwell Bodenheim "Dialogue Between a Past and Present Poet"
Hopes that lie within their grave - Maxwell Bodenheim "East-Side: New York"
Have spilled their troubled ghosts - Maxwell Bodenheim "East-Side: New York"
The hunted transparency of dawn - Maxwell Bodenheim "Expressions on a Child's Face"
The defeated wisdom of a smile - Maxwell Bodenheim "Expressions on a Child's Face"
The invisible recklessness of perfume - Maxwell Bodenheim "Expressions on a Child's Face"
Whose eyes are already convinced - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fantasy"
A mountain emancipated by humour - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fantasy"
To become graceful and indiscreet - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"
Dressed in occasional novelty - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"
With polished relics of emotion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"
Within a room of tortured angles - Maxwell Bodenheim "Feminine Talk"
That only ruins could reveal - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fifth Avenue (New York)"
A stream of accidental shadows - Maxwell Bodenheim "Fifth Avenue (New York)"
A dwindling gift are you, laughter - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"
Counterfeiting you on street-corners - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"
Not in scorn do I laugh - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"
A different smile for each thought - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"
Moon-paint on a colorless house - Maxwell Bodenheim "Gifts"
A quest for daisies in the moon - Max Bodenheim "Girl"
And spend pieces of your heart - Max Bodenheim "Girl"
And only his trophies are real - Maxwell Bodenheim "Hatred of Metaphor and Simile"
Her head was a morning in April - Max Bodenheim "A Head"
Two tired shepherds with lanterns - Max Bodenheim "A Head"
The hurried machination of water - Maxwell Bodenheim "I Walk Upon a Street"
Divided by another nightmare dream - Maxwell Bodenheim "I Walk Upon a Street"
My thoughts meet the wind-scattered color of you - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Friendship" [The Little Review, Apr. 1917, v.3, no.10]
The green shadowed trance of the water - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Friendship" [The Little Review, Apr. 1917, v.3, no.10]
The long, green-white reverie of the horizon - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Life and Death: Death"
Widen out in the silence of air - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Life and Death: Death"
Hard with years of thought-spinning - Maxwell Bodenheim "Images of Life and Death: Life"
Tossed from a violent mirage - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"
Bribing the quiet madness of evening - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"
With cunning promises of red - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"
Win the drifting pension of dust - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Incurable Mystic Answers Western Ambitions"
The insurrection of a flea - Maxwell Bodenheim "Inevitable"
Awaits forever threatening claws - Maxwell Bodenheim "Inevitable"
Stumbled from the open windows - Maxwell Bodenheim "Insanity"
The clashing bones of happiness and fear - Maxwell Bodenheim "Insanity"
Have earned the sympathy of dirt - Max Bodenheim "Intimate Scene"
Elastic humbleness of flowers and weeds - Maxwell Bodenheim "Landscape"
Use an obvious language that deceives - Maxwell Bodenheim "Landscape"
Made by men to soothe their fears - Maxwell Bodenheim "Landscape"
Changed to wounds by the desiring heart - Maxwell Bodenheim "Metaphysical Elizabeth"
Pushed down by silence - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
The meadows like rolled-out centuries - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
In the wind's golden elusiveness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
Sprinkling their stifled mockery - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
Upon the blue tomb of the air - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
The winding paradise of old loves - Maxwell Bodenheim "Minna (IX)"
Steal pity from city streets - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"
Had hidden beneath a loose generosity - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"
Possessed by the plight of eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"
Beneath the futility of explanation - Maxwell Bodenheim "More About Captain Simmons"
The light of one pale purple lantern - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Blind"
Seeping into his dream-hollowed face - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Blind"
Floating, transparent words pale with unuttered meanings - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Blind"
Its shadow leaned heavily upon his heart - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Blind"
Only a wanderer plaited with dust - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Change"
Rose-fragrance waltzing in the wind - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Chorus Girl"
Swinging through waves of sunlight - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Chorus Girl"
Upon my feet the kisses of Death - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Death [I shall walk down the road]"
Tip-toed after me down the road - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Death [I shall walk down the road]"
Made a dark whirlpool with longing - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Death [I shall walk down the road]"
Rise and widen out in the silence of air - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Death [A fan of smoke in the long, green-white]"
Gripped by the memory of lost petals - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Factory Girl"
Would crumble to falling brown dust - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Factory Girl"
Boxes sprinkled with crude forget-me-nots - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Factory Girl"
In the woven meditation and surprise of a morning - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Forgetfulness"
A morning uncovering its wind-wreathed head - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Forgetfulness"
Over the body of your last slain sorrow - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Forgetfulness"
Scrape the edges of bending swirls - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Friendship"
My thoughts meet the wind-scattered color - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Friendship"
Your voice in which the wind takes no part - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
Mists of music wedding each other - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
A drunken, odor-laced peddler is the morning wind - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
Brings you golden-scarfed cities - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
Swirls of bells burdened with summer - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
A whisper that holds the smile you cannot shape - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Hill-Side Tree"
Night, crushing sound between his fingers - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Interlude"
Hold fire that does not break out - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Intrusion"
Whose heart was a flagon of ashes - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Meeting"
Stained with the odors of sleeping wine-songs - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Meeting"
Words I have stolen from your heart - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet to His Love"
The dust of many roads has been my grey wine - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet-Vagabond Grown Old"
Surprised beech-trees have bowed with me - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet-Vagabond Grown Old"
Humming tunes frail as webs of dead perfume - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet-Vagabond Grown Old"
Have bathed me in the wine of their silence - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet-Vagabond Grown Old"
Dance a bit with dying wisps of moonlight - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Poet-Vagabond Grown Old"
With decorous puzzling pinks and browns - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Portraits I"
Hollows cradling broken shadows - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Portraits I"
Vague words tapered off to pale weariness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Portraits II"
Night striving to forget his dream - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Portraits II"
Twisted to a hieroglyphic of silence - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: Soldiers"
Pitched into the surliness of the ditch - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To a Discarded Steel Rail"
Strength has always delicate, secret reasons - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To a Discarded Steel Rail"
Showed me the virtues whose images you destroyed - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To an Enemy"
Glimpses of you in the glasses you uncovered - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To an Enemy"
Vines of starlight questioned your face - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To Georgie May"
Your eyes dissolved over distances - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To Georgie May"
That left you vague hunger poised over death - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To Georgie May"
Cupped a hunted bit of your smile - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To One Dead [I walked upon a hill]"
Were steeped in our remembrance - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To One Dead [I walked upon a hill]"
Noons tame and dust-quiet - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To One Dead [Shaking nights, noons tame and dust-quiet]"
Weighing tiny, stray chips of you - Maxwell Bodenheim "Myself: To One Dead [Shaking nights, noons tame and dust-quiet]"
Somehow silent in lines of flesh - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Finding the earth too small - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Crowding life into seven words - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The interval between two steps - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
When Death recovers his vigor - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The mobile protection of a smile - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The ferocious lies of ice - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Can fashion masks of ideas - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The nimble light of contemplations - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Dreams of warm permanence - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Desire only to be distinct - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Cramped weight of memorized realities - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Narrowing the broad escape - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
To catch the upheaval of triumph - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
Their slashed and poisoned loneliness - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The scrutiny of mind, and heart, and soul - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The warm, assuring duty of prayer - Max Bodenheim "Nightmare and Something Delicate"
The avaricious words of a meager, petrified man - Maxwell Bodenheim "Nondescript Typist"
A thrust of chattering wistfulness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Nondescript Typist"
Their shamefaced grays and reds - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
Falling from a tapestry of memory - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
Spin their miracles of motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
His ecstasy of staring, counterfeit eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
Quicker and more furtive than time - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
Against the tangled vividness of night - Maxwell Bodenheim "North Clark Street, Chicago"
An unbidden word whitening the death of a smile - Maxwell Bodenheim "An Old Man Humming a Song" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
The slanting, cambric curtain of his soul - Maxwell Bodenheim "An Old Man Humming a Song" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
With eyes of radium - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"
And hummed frayed songs - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"
Tapering fingers and metal eyes - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"
Ribbon turning to circles of stone - Max Bodenheim "The Operation"
A red cloth over your etched face - Maxwell Bodenheim "Pastels"
Burdened with many colors - Maxwell Bodenheim "Pastels"
Tempting our flesh to renounce its weight - Maxwell Bodenheim "Platonic Narrative"
A curious courtship in your brain - Max Bodenheim "Poem"
Threaded with orderly shimmers of repentance - Max Bodenheim "Poem"
Into another pause before corruption - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"
Achieve an accidental dream - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"
Trapped within these months and years - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"
Diversion to my chained impatience - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"
Created you to guard its doors - Max Bodenheim "Poem to a Policeman"
That skims the lips of many adjectives - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. II: Waitress"
Of stifled mystics defying Time - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. III: Shop-Girl"
The total of my bolder gains - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. V: Housewife"
Of mild mists and wild raptures - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VI: Woman"
To use thought as a musical instrument - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VI: Woman"
Retire to the slow digesting of his lie - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VII: Old Actor"
Your pennies are gathered - Maxwell Bodenheim "Portraits. VII: Old Actor"
They build larger jails for time - Maxwell Bodenheim "Psychic Clowns"
Upon the last edges of thought - Maxwell Bodenheim "Psychic Clowns"
The details of his festival in brown - Max Bodenheim "Psychology from Mars"
Our bodies garlanded with mind - Max Bodenheim "Psychology from Mars"
Their fierce pretense of hardness - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattle-Snake Mountain Dialogue"
That stream of seeking motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattle-Snake Mountain Dialogue"
A boldness puzzled by his flesh - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattlesnake Mountain Fable I"
One long circle of despairing grace - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattlesnake Mountain Fable I"
The dark and candid gaze of night - Maxwell Bodenheim "Rattlesnake Mountain Fable II"
That jaded collaborator, daylight - Maxwell Bodenheim "Realism"
Where your brown hills bite the sky - Maxwell Bodenheim "Realism"
Upon the plodding, emaciated days - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
Escaping nightly from their souls - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
Night will lean upon them - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
And join the smothered gossip of trees - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
Still on the high roofs of the mind - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
Or borrow sorceries of flesh - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
A decorative speed of thought and soul - Max Bodenheim "Regarding an American Village"
That renders dogmas bashful - Max Bodenheim "Reluctant Lady"
Need the scorching of my breath - Max Bodenheim "Rhymed Conversation with Money"
In a thousand minor lines - Maxwell Bodenheim "Short Story in Sonnet Form"
That delusion known as truth - Maxwell Bodenheim "Short Story in Sonnet Form"
The ache of your sincerity - Maxwell Bodenheim "Short Story in Sonnet Form"
The wordless dream of the fire - Max Bodenheim "Silence"
The white clock dropping gray minutes - Max Bodenheim "Silence"
Like the birth of little winds - Max Bodenheim "Silence"
Into the poised lyric of the sky - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
As though unseen roses grazed him - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
To the rotted prayers of eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
Raised a violin of hate - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
The trampled blasphemy upon her - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
Crash into night like ghostly curses - Maxwell Bodenheim "South State Street: Chicago"
Wanders one step toward the stars - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
Sleek suns dipped in sleepy light - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
A strident lyric of motion - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
Has taken iron into his laugh - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
Night has broken her heart upon him - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
Only finding it within herself - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
Shut the doorways of their souls - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
And change it to raw music - Maxwell Bodenheim "Steel-Mills: South Chicago"
To stumble into abrupt harmonies - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
Imagination drenches his eyes - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
The triumph of an imagined escape - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
To weave schemes of consolation - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
Reaching into the black space underneath - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
To worship idols or mimic fireflies - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
Silence will pardon both of us - Maxwell Bodenheim "The Sword Converses with a Philosopher"
From the aimless tongues of these trees - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
Acquaintance with the eccentric night - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
A subtle invitation to nakedness - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
This luxury of mild mist and wild raptures - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
Reward the luminous question - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
Into the smooth curvatures of faith - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
The warm quarrel of emotions - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
Crimson antagonists to contemplation - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
The tyrannies of formal reiteration - Max Bodenheim "Three Portraits"
People fling their powdered souls at you - Maxwell Bodenheim "To --" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
The shifting shadow of a stain on your rigid lines - Maxwell Bodenheim "To --" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
More slender than the motives of wind - Max Bodenheim "To a Corpulent Singer"
Where tragedy experiments with lanterns - Max Bodenheim "To a Corpulent Singer"
By centuries of baffled meditation - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Man"
The first rest of a thirstless journey - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Woman"
Knowledge is born of a second - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Woman"
Reaches the suburbs of Eternity - Maxwell Bodenheim "To a Woman"
Who sway in and out of the waters of life - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Handpainted Chinaware" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
Catch morsels of food from birds flying overhead - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Handpainted Chinaware" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
Men who unrolled little souls on plates - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Handpainted Chinaware" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
Wavering on the sudden brink of jaded bitterness - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Orrick Johns"
And weave a prayer into your naked stride - Maxwell Bodenheim "To Orrick Johns"
The jerking, smoldering ghost of a thought - Maxwell Bodenheim "To the Violinist"
Pits a trillion times blacker - Maxwell Bodenheim "To the Violinist"
The chained recalcitrance of earth - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"
Flashing witchcraft that rides on thunderclaps - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"
The crystallized escape of fear - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"
Against the wide malevolence of space - Max Bodenheim "Topsy-Turvy"
We decorate the treachery of time - Max Bodenheim "A Visitor from Mars Smiles"
Immune to light and time - Maxwell Bodenheim "When Fools Dispute"
To lift the oval of my soul - Maxwell Bodenheim "While Hearing a Little Song (Solveigs Lied)"
Slender, cloud-voiced rings of notes - Maxwell Bodenheim "While Hearing a Little Song (Solveigs Lied)"
With jests that light its troubled hands - Maxwell Bodenheim "Young Poet"
In your kirtle of borrowed skies - Maxwell Bodenheim "Young Poet"
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