(1916)
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I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
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 brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
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!
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
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,
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
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…
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading