Yet Dish (Gertrude Stein Poems)
I Put a sun in Sunday, Sunday. Eleven please ten hoop. Hoop. Cousin coarse in coarse in soap. Cousin coarse in soap sew up. ...
I Put a sun in Sunday, Sunday. Eleven please ten hoop. Hoop. Cousin coarse in coarse in soap. Cousin coarse in soap sew up. ...
THE GLOVED and jewelled bards who sing Of Pippa, Maud, and Dorothea,Have hardly done the handsome thing For you, my inky Cytherea.Flower ...
When, O when, shall the life of a Man Be worth a Man's while to live?When, to this old White-Slavery plan Its ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
Strong extreme speed, that the brain hurries with, Further than trees, and hedges, and green grass Whitened by distance,-further than ...
Just once I knew what life was for.In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;walked there along the Charles River,watched the lights ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
We were three weeks Into term, Sheila, When you came Through the classroom door; Forty-four children Bent over books, Copying ...
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our mouth. As new and smooth as a ...
Just once I knew what life was for. In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood; walked there along the Charles River, ...
Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine, That, bravely mask'd, their fancies may be told; Or, Pindar's apes, flaunt ...
I But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone And ill can bear a Brother on the Throne. II ...
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