(1923)
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O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
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…
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
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…
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on