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Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is titled above the point of the steeple than that its color
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…
I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good
Among of green stiff old
Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees
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…
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…
Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…
The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…