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Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
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.
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
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—
Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
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…
SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
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…
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am