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A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous
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Men went happily to death But they were not the men Who marched For years Up to the line.
At two o’clock in the morning two Hungarians got into a cigar store at Fifteenth Street and Grand Avenue. Drevitts and Boyle drove up from the Fifteenth Street police station in a Ford....
#1924 #InOurTime
“How are you going yourself, Jack?” I a… “You seen this, Walcott?” he says. “Just in the gym.” “Well,” Jack says, “I’m going to need a… “He can’t hit you, Jack,” Soldier said.
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The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung. The age demanded that we dance
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The sea desires deep hulls— It swells and rolls. The screw churns a throb— Driving, throbbing, progressing. The sea rolls with love
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Outside, the snow was higher than the window. The sunlight came in through the window and shone on a map on the pine-board wall of the hut. The sun was high and the light came in over t...
Three Roman soldiers are in a drinking-place at eleven o’clock at night. There are barrels around the wall. Behind the wooden counter is a Hebrew wine-seller. The three Roman soldiers a...
The mills of the gods grind slowly; But this mill Chatters in mechanical staccato. Ugly short infantry of the mind, Advancing over difficult terrain,
The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white. On this side there was no shade and no trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun. Close against the si...
On the four lira he had earned by spading the hotel garden he got quite drunk. He saw the young gentleman coming down the path and spoke to him mysteriously. The young gentleman said he...
Drummed their boots on the camion floor, Hob—nailed boots on the camion floor. Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre whore—
In the rain in the rain in the rain in t… Does it rain in Spain? Oh yes my dear on the contrary and there… The dancers dance in long white pants It isn’t right to yence your aunts
Manuel Garcia climbed the stairs to Don Miguel Retana’s office. He set down his suitcase and knocked on the door. There was no answer. Manuel, standing in the hallway, felt there was so...
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want him for long.
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