(1923)
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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 rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
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
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
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
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
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.