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Among the high-branching, leafless… Above the roof-peaks of the town, Snowflakes unnumberably come down. I watched out of the attic window The laced sway of family trees,
Two universes mosey down the stree… Connected by love and a leash and… Mostly I look at lamplight throug… While he mooches along with tail u… Getting a secret knowledge through…
Late in November, on a single nig… Not even near to freezing, the gin… That stand along the walk dropp al… In one consent, and neither to rai… But as though to time alone: the g…
This morning we shall spend a few… Upon the study of symbolism, which… To the nature of money. I show yo… Icons and cryptograms are written… The nickel: one side shows a hunch…
You see them vanish in their speed… The many people hastening through… And wonder what they would have do… This time of time speed distance,… Of molecules hastened by what risi…
A peels an apple, while B kneels… C telephones to D, who has a hand On E’s knee, F coughs, G turns u… For H’s grave, I do not understan… But J is bringing one clay pigeon…
For a saving grace, we didn’t see… Who rarely bothered coming home to… But simply stayed away out there In the clean war, the war in the a… Seldom the ghosts come back bearin…
They’re taking down a tree at the… The power saw is snarling at some… Whining at others. Now and then i… And sawdust falls like snow or a d… Rotten, they tell us, at the fork,…
It is admittedly difficult for a w… Nation to mourn and be seen to do… It can be done, the silvery platit… Were waiting in their silos for ju… An emergent occasion, cards of sym…
I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall. One gas lamp burning near her shou… Shone also from her other side Where hung the long inaccurate gla…
What gives it power makes it chang… At each extreme, and lean its risi… Down low, first one and then the o… In which exchange humility and pri… Reverse, forgive, arise, and die a…
after information received in The… The population center of the USA Has shifted to Potosi, in Missour… The calculation employed by author… In arriving at this dislocation as…
Two lovers to a midnight meadow ca… High in the hills, to lie there ha… Like effigies and look up at the s… The never-setting ones set in the… To circle the Pole in idiot majes…
Sparrows were feeding in a freezin… That while you watched turned into… Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, whit… There came a moment that you could…
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no… And be sustained upon the style al… Like the Holy Ghost cruising abov… The abyss, or like the little anim…