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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...
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
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.
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among