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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 over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,