(1916)
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A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
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
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
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;
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely