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Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
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...
A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
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...