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Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
I have had my dream—like others— and it has come to nothing, so tha… I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky—
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
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
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…
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!