(1916)
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Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
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…
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
My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…
The birches are mad with green poi… the wood’s edge is burning with th… burning, seething—No, no, no. The birches are opening their leav… by one. Their delicate leaves unfo…
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
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…
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight