(1916)
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From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go