(1916)
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Fools have big wombs. For the rest?'here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter...
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
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...
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me