(1916)
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School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
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…
Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
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 feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
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…
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn