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This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it: