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This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
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…
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
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…
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge