(1923)
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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
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
To make two bold statements: There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poe...
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
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among