I bought a dishmop--
having no daughter--
for they...
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the...
It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the...
When I am alone I am happy.
The air is cool. The sky is...
I will teach you my townspeople
how to perform a...
Old age is
a flight of small
cheeping birds
The pure products of America
go crazy--
mountain folk...
munching a plum on
the street a paper bag
of them in...
You know there is not much
that I desire, a few...
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men--and
the baby hard...
I have had my dream--like others--
and it has come to...
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox...
are the desolate, dark weeks
when nature in its...
At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee...
Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as...
I've fond anticipation of a day
O'erfilled with pure...
The May sun--whom
all things imitate--
that glues...
My wife's new pink slippers
have gay pompons.
There...
Each time it rings
I think it is for
me but it is
A rumpled sheet
Of brown paper
About the length
The sky has given over
its bitterness.
Out of the...
In this world of
as fine a pair of breasts
as ever...
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow...
By constantly tormenting them
with reminders of the lice...
My shoes as I lean
unlacing them
stand out upon