I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…

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

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and

This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,

My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…

As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow

O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.