(1916)
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In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
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—
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
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