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And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
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
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...
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
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey