(1916)
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There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
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…
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,