(1923)
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Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
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…
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail