(1916)
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Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
Fools have big wombs. For the rest?'here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter...
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
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—
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail