(1923)
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All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
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.
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
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
Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a w...
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
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…
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...