(1916)
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I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
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…
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
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…
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
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…
There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow