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a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge
Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
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…
THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
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…