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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
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…
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
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…
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which