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They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
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…
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…