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Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a w...
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
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;
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…