(1916)
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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…
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...
You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
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...
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
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
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…