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Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
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.
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one