(1916)
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Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
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…
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
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 world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
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...