The Spouts
The Spouts In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square spouts up of water a […]
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The Spring Storm The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls as if it would […]
READ MOREThe Term
The Term A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was Rolling with the Wind slowly over And over […]
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The Thing Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely rings and we […]
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The Thinker 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 […]
READ MOREThe Tulip Bed
The Tulip Bed The May sun–whom all things imitate– that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky through bluegauze clouds upon the […]
READ MOREThe Uses of Poetry
The Uses of Poetry I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion presently, For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide […]
READ MOREThe Widow’s Lament in Springtime
The Widow’s Lament in Springtime Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold […]
READ MOREThe Young Housewife
The Young Housewife At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s house. I pass solitary in my […]
READ MOREThis Is Just To Say
This Is Just To Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they […]
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