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Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail
I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...
A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night
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
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with
Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…
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