(1916)
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I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
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
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…
Among of green stiff old
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,…
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,