(1916)
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NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
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 crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue
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
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
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 thefield by force; the grass
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.
