the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush

If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight

and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld.    We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…

the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…

when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…

Who       threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,

(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat

i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster

the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility

it is funny, you will be dead some… By you the mouth hair eyes,and i m… the unique and nervously obscene need;it’s funny.  They will all be… knead of lustfulhunched deeplytopl…

there is a moon sole in the blue night       amorous of waters