(1916)
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I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
To make two bold statements: There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poe...
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
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—
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
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.
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last