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. ...
Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you ...
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf-Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES!Look! See what Vanity Fair says about the new ...
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,To dungeons deep and caverns old,We must away, ere break of day,To seek our pale ...
Your love taught me to grieveand I have been in need, for centuriesa woman to make me grievefor a woman, ...
The tarantula rattling at the lily's footAcross the feet of the dead, laid in white sandNear the coral beach-nor zigzag ...
Moses, meantime, straightway unto the house Of Aaron speeded back: for, gathered there By hasty summons, knew he that the ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. The Birth of Fashion, a Specimen of a modern ...
Sure there are Charms by Heav'n assign'dTo modish Life alone,A Grace, an Air, a Taste refin'd,To vulgar Souls unknown.Nature, my ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai?You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me;You smile a little. . ...
Stalking a deer I wandered deep into the mountains and from there I saw. Or perhaps it was for some ...
Oh! Rowan Tree, Oh! Rowan Tree, thou'lt aye be dear to me,Intwin'd thou art wi' mony ties o' hame and ...
" The moon came to the forge wearing a bustle of Spikenards. The boy is looking at her. The boy ...
Close to you I have regained my nameMy name long hidden beneath the salt of distancesI have regained eyes no ...
A drop fell on the apple treeAnother on the roof;A half a dozen kissed the eaves,And made the gables laugh.A ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The moon came into the forge in her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The ...
He wrapped them carefully, neatly in costly green silk. Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl, violets of amethyst. As he ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To ...
O tower of light, sad beauty that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea, calcareous eye, insignia of the vast ...
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