(1923)
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If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
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…
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
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath