(1916)
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The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
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...
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter