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ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
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…
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath