(1916)
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WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…