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Humanity i love youbecause you would rather black the boots ofsuccess than enquire whose soul dangles from hiswatch-chain which would be embarrassing for both parties and because youunflinchingly applaud allsongs containing the words country home andmother when sung at the…
after fivetimes the poemof thy remembrance surprises with refrain of unreasoning summer that by respondingways cloaked with renewal my body turns toward theeagain for the stars have been finished in the nobler trees and the language of…
into the smiting sky tensewithblend ing the tree leaps a stiffened exquisite iwait the sweet annihilation of swift flesh 1 make me stern against your charming…
in the rain-darkness, the sunsetbeing sheathed i sit andthink of you the holycity which is your faceyour little cheeks the streetsof smiles your eyes half-thrushhalf-angel and your drowsylips where float flowers of kiss andthere is the sweet shy pirouetteyour hairand…
why did you golittle fourpaws?you forgot to shutyour big eyes. where did you go?like little kittensare all the leaveswhich open in the rain. little kittens whoare called spring,is what we strokemaybe asleep? do you know?or maybe didsomething go awayever so…
little treelittle silent Christmas tree you are so littleyou are more like a flower who found you in the green forestand were you very sorry to come away? see i will comfort youbecause you smell so sweetly…
cruelly,lovewalk the autumn long;the last flower in whose hair,thy lips are cold with songs for which isfirst to wither,to pass?shallowness of sunlightfalls and, cruelly,across thegrassComes themoon love, walk theautumnlove, for the lastflower in the hair withers;thy hair is acold withdreams,love…
Where’s Madge then,Madge and her men?buried withAlice in her hair,(but if you ask the rainhe’ll not tell where.) beauty makes termswith time and his worms,when lovelinesssays sweetly Yesto wind and cold;and how much earthis Madge worth?Inquire of the flower that…
when life is quite through withand leaves say alas,much is to dofor the swallow,that closesa flight in the blue; when love’s had his tears out,perhaps shall passa million years(while a bee dozeson the poppies,the dears; when all’s done and said,and…
notice the convulsed orange inch of moonperching on this silver minute of evening. We’ll choose the way to the forest—no offenseto you,white town whose spires softly dare.Will take the houseless wisping runeof road lazily carved on sharpening air. Fields lying…