(1916)
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The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
You know there is not much that I desire, a few chrysanthemum… half lying on the grass, yellow and brown and white, the talk of a few people, the trees,
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...
One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang