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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...
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
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
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire