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Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
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…
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
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...
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
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…
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
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…
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...