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As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
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.
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
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
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
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…