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You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
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 . . .
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
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 was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
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 the field by force; the grass
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field