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O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
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,
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
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.
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;
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
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,