My candle burned alone in an immense valley.
Beams of the...
I had as lief be embraced by the portier of the hotel
As...
Sister and mother and diviner love,
And of the sisterhood...
I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only...
After the final no there comes a yes
And on that yes the...
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the...
One's grand flights, one's Sunday baths,
One's tootings at...
There is a great river this side of Stygia
Before one...
There it was, word for word,
The poem that took the place...
First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering,
Ariel was glad he had written his poems.
They were of a...
The time of year has grown indifferent.
Mildew of summer...
She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never...
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader...
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law...
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid...
The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
I
An old man sits
In the shadow of a pine tree
A sunny day's complete Poussiniana
Divide it from itself....
I
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make...
The poem of the mind in the act of finding
What will...
At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry...
As the immense dew of Florida
Brings forth
The...
Twenty men crossing a bridge,
Into a village,
Are...