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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
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
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a w...
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.
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang