(1916)
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I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
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…
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind