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A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…
Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields
It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
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!
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…
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red