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It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion 'tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
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
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.
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees