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Complacencies of the peignoir, and… Coffee and oranges in a sunny chai… And the green freedom of a cockato… Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice…
I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill. The wilderness rose up to it,
Every time the bucks went clatteri… Over Oklahoma A firecat bristled in the way. Wherever they went, They went clattering,
Among the more irritating minor id… Of Mr. Homburg during his visits… To Concord, at the edge of things… To think away the grass, the trees… Not to transform them into other t…
The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings,
It was the morn And the palms were waved And the brass was played Then the coroner came In his limpid shoes.
Barque of phosphor On the palmy beach, Move outward into heaven, Into the alabasters And night blues.
Her terrace was the sand And the palms and the twilight. She made of the motions of her wri… The grandiose gestures Of her thought.
As the immense dew of Florida Brings forth The big-finned palm And green vine angering for life, As the immense dew of Florida
What syllable are you seeking, Vocalissimus, In the distances of sleep? Speak it.
Napoleon shifted Restless in the old sarcophagus And murmured to a watchguard: “Who goes there?” “Twenty-one million men,
q|And for what, except for you, do… Do I press the extremest book of… Close to me, hidden in me day and… In the uncertain light of single,… Equal in living changingness to th…
My candle burned alone in an immen… Beams of the huge night converged… Until the wind blew. The beams of the huge night Converged upon its image,
First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors
There are great things doing In the world, Little rabbit. There is a damsel, Sweeter than the sound of the will…