(1916)
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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…
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…
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...
Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.