(1923)
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Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
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
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
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.
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
The birches are mad with green poi… the wood’s edge is burning with th… burning, seething—No, no, no. The birches are opening their leav… by one. Their delicate leaves unfo…
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
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…