(1923)
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The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
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…
This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion 'tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow