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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The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
Among of green stiff old
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow
The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey
O’eh’lee! La’la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang
Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang
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…
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…