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Excerpt La marche libre et vive chante de soi-meme. II est impossible de ne pas creer en marchant. Creer en marchant est aussi simple et naturel que d’avancer dans la liberti apparente du rythme des membres. II ne faut pas fixer ces criations tout individ ...
Excerpt The Chimney Piece A painting by AE, a goblet of shells sent from the Great Barrier Ree Nettie Palmer, and a Christmas drawing by M. Rothenstein. I look up, and there are three Children wading in from sea, And the foreign shells that were sent to m ...
Excerpt Song for two voices Here the great bed is unbetrayed, Here the wide tree Consumes all greenness in its shade, Here love must consummate (For the day darkens and the hour grows late) That marriage and that union long foreseen. Here on earth’s flowe ...
Excerpt To a Candle Burn stilly, thou; and come with me; I’ll screen thy radiance.—Look, and see Where, like a flower furled, Sealed from this anxious world, Tranquil brow, and lid, and lip, One I love lies here asleep. Resting on her pillow is A head of ...
A muse inspires when she comes. A wife inspires when she leaves. A mistress inspires when she does not come. Shall I do all of that at one and the same time? * * * and there was light in my belly and I closed my eyes not to blind you and I covered my face ...
Excerpt Now when I get personal I have only one thing to say (a dead gay once told me, Updated Date Wednesday, April 2, 2014- 16:45 Now when I get personal I have only one thing to say (a dead gay once told me, and meant it) when I was here it was beautif ...
Updated Date Friday, March 20, 2015- 16:00 Hard as a man’s in a vineyard The feet of the sun are trampling The meadows, pressing the fields. Silence Dances. Fragrance blazes. Noonward A fresh sweetness                                      beats up from th ...
Updated Date Friday, April 3, 2015- 14:30 I We calculate how far A mica-flash of light Must travel out through space To reach the earth tonight In multiples of O’s Too cumbersome to learn, But we are gratified That any light should burn So fiercely and so ...
Updated Date Friday, April 3, 2015- 14:30 We listen for but almost never hear The country-colored words we like so well, The kind of talk that makes our meaning clear. The language we have learned is too austere For news or weather; when we sit a spell, W ...
Excerpt I’m in a phone booth in Saratoga Springs. The water tastes awful, but very helpful. You aren’t answering, whatever I’m asking. Updated Date Thursday, August 6, 2015- 15:45 I’m in a phone booth in Saratoga Springs. The water tastes awful, but very ...

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