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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…
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
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
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey