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You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang