(1916)
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In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
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…
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.
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.
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…
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang