(1923)
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WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
Among of green stiff old
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right