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I observe: “Our sentimental frien… Or possibly (fantastic, I confess… It may be Prester John’s balloon Or an old battered lantern hung al… To light poor travellers to their…

I do not know much about gods; but… Is a strong brown god—sullen, unta… Patient to some degree, at first r… Useful, untrustworthy, as a convey… Then only a problem confronting th…

In my beginning is my end. In suc… Houses rise and fall, crumble, are… Are removed, destroyed, restored,… Is an open field, or a factory, or… Old stone to new building, old tim…

And the trees about me,       Let them be dry and leafless…       Groan with continual surges;…       Make all a desolation. Look… Paint me a cavernous waste shore

Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards… Suspended in time, between pole an… When the short day is brightest, w… The brief sun flames the ice, on p…

THEY are rattling breakfast plat… And along the trampled edges of th… I am aware of the damp souls of ho… Sprouting despondently at area gat… The brown waves of fog toss up to…

Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Do… His name, as I ought to have told… Is really Asparagus. That’s such… To pronounce, that we usually call… His coat’s very shabby, he’s thin…

The readers of the Boston Evening… Sway in the wind like a field of r… When evening quickens faintly in t… Wakening the appetites of life in… And to others bringing the Boston…