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The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
To make two bold statements: There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poe...
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,