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A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
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…
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
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,…