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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
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with