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A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
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.
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—