(1916)
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The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
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
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
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
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 was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
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 big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
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.
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.