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Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a w...
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
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
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
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…