(1916)
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Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
Among of green stiff old
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
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!
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow
Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red