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I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
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…
Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…