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.

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

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

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

First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .

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

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields

Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream