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You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
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.
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang