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You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
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…
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
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…
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
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