(1923)
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Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
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...
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
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
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
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
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.