(1916)
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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...
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
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,
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
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