(1916)
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The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Fools have big wombs. For the rest?'here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter...
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
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The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
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…
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,