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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…
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
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.
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
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
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass
To make two bold statements: There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poe...
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…
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail