(1923)
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Among of green stiff old
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .
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…
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.