(1916)
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contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass
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!
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
