(1923)
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Fools have big wombs. For the rest?'here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter...
contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides
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,
Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees