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While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the
Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves
Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…
Snow falls: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight
A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow
It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
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...
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.