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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
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
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;
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right