(1923)
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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...
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...
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
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…
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and