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the back wingsof thehospital wherenothingwill grow liecindersIn which shinethe brokenpieces of a greenbottle

I stopped the carto let the children downwhere the streets endin the sunat the marsh edgeand the reeds beginand there are small housesfacing the..

By the road to the contagious hospitalunder the surge of the bluemottled clouds driven from thenortheast -- a cold wind. Beyond, thewaste of broad..

A middle-northern March, now as always--gusts from the South broken against cold winds--but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,it moves--not..

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,like a buttercupupon its branching stem-save that it's green and wooden-I come, my sweet,to sing to you.We lived long..

According to Brueghelwhen Icarus fellit was springa farmer was ploughinghis fieldthe whole pageantryof the year wasawake tinglingnearthe edge of the..

The half-stripped treesstruck by a wind together,bending all,the leaves flutter drilyand refuse to let goor driven like hailstream bitterly out to..

And yet one arrives somehow,finds himself loosening the hooks ofher dressin a strange bedroom--feels the autumndropping its silk and linen..

Go to sleep- though of course you will not-to tideless waves thundering slantwise againststrong embankments, rattle and swish of spraydashed thirty..

It was an icy day.We buried the cat,then took her boxand set fire to itin the back yard.Those fleas that escapedearth and firedied by the cold.

If I when my wife is sleepingand the baby and Kathleenare sleepingand the sun is a flame-white discin silken mistsabove shining trees,—if I in my..

Snow falls:years of anger followinghours that float idly down --the blizzarddrifts its weightdeeper and deeper for three daysor sixty years, eh?..

Ecstatic bird songs poundthe hollow vastness of the skywith metallic clinkings--beating color up into itat a far edge,--beating it, beating itwith..

You sullen pig of a manyou force me into the mudwith your stinking ash-cart!Brother!--if we were richwe'd stick our chests outand hold our heads..

Let the snake wait underhis weedand the writingbe of words, slow and quick, sharpto strike, quiet to wait,sleepless.-- through metaphor to..

so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.

I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe iceboxand whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfastForgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold

1. “Sweetheart”You are the sweetnessTo my bitter daysYour love completes meIn every single way2. “Forever Mine”On Sweetest Day, my love,I offer you..

On this day of sweetest delights,The world is filled with precious sights.Bouquets of flowers, boxes of treats,The air is filled with love that..

 Love is the sweetest feeling,It makes life so divine,The beauty of it, revealing,How two hearts can entwine.On this Sweetest Day, my love,I want you..

 As I sit and reminisceOn all the sweetest days that passedI am grateful for the blissOf love that forever lasts.The first sweetest day we sharedWas..

 On this sweetest day,I want to express my loveWith words that will stayIn your heart as a dove.Your sweet smile lights upEvery dark corner of my..

You are my honey loveSo sweet and pure and trueOn Sweetest Day, my darlingI’ll give my heart to you.

A kiss as sweet as candyFrom you is all I needOn Sweetest Day, my love,Your lips my heart will feed

On Sweetest Day, my love,I offer you my heartForever, you’ll be mineTill death do us apart