(1916)
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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,…
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Among of green stiff old
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
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 shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…