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Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
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
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
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.
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of