(1916)
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The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
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...
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
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
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…