(1921)
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It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which