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  • Man with a common face

    buildings came down the Jews turned to weaving walked barefoot, waved sticks rocking cradles with their feet wheat and rye to Prussia a bank of high windows his whistle shrilled   the first, the best, the leader cats stalked the pigeons   the man with the common face brass buttons lard instead of plain oil(…)

  • Long procession of years

    ochrous haze good frumenty raisins, currents, whatnot as large as lemon pips even brilliantly quarrelsome elbows, seams with the shillings the fair continuing a single big blue sky heavily dewed grass wrapped in horse-cloths ‘that meekness’ that motionless hour a long procession of years pens for sheep

  • Great elms

    great elms those elms the darkness of Europe cold and friendless and cruel

  • Sorrow to come

    tucking up their sleeves for hours twenty miles of view cheerful trim among the trees   that and nothing else ‘in a gush’ suggestion of rain scarlet calico where no one loves him ‘I don’t die, I don’t fall in love’ roared like a millionaire one more wench new clean words   bridle Harriet’s tongue(…)

  • A day in a thousand

    eighty-nine shirts his strong sons rows of green mountains burnt carrot powder many times folded ‘it is possible to make the world new’ those short legs cleaned of young turnips even the woodcutter such idiocies in his roomy elbow-chair pale as clay coffee, bread and butter it’s prune oven a day in a thousand convoy(…)

  • Back from Bingo

    confidence of those roads sad attics a smile from her could be unwelcome would be dust back from Bingo Rembrandt alone never telling Noel played the tin whistle all grace notes half-forgotten now   blocking the way green knit cap almost malicious blotting pad and a pen less than no money almost defiant ‘I’ll go(…)

  • Bosom without nipples

    her own brother the best Catholic families bed-life a bosom without nipples which funeral to go to a classmate at Yale nothing in return someone from home eyes only for David L. Jenkins   more than friendship sister Amy married a classmate between her shoulders without her nightgown lace, satin second floor landing helpless persons(…)

Man with a common face

buildings came down the Jews turned to weaving walked barefoot, waved sticks rocking cradles with their feet wheat and rye to Prussia a bank of high windows his whistle shrilled   the first, the best, the leader cats stalked the pigeons   the man with the common face brass buttons lard instead of plain oil(…)

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Long procession of years

ochrous haze good frumenty raisins, currents, whatnot as large as lemon pips even brilliantly quarrelsome elbows, seams with the shillings the fair continuing a single big blue sky heavily dewed grass wrapped in horse-cloths ‘that meekness’ that motionless hour a long procession of years pens for sheep

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Sorrow to come

tucking up their sleeves for hours twenty miles of view cheerful trim among the trees   that and nothing else ‘in a gush’ suggestion of rain scarlet calico where no one loves him ‘I don’t die, I don’t fall in love’ roared like a millionaire one more wench new clean words   bridle Harriet’s tongue(…)

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A day in a thousand

eighty-nine shirts his strong sons rows of green mountains burnt carrot powder many times folded ‘it is possible to make the world new’ those short legs cleaned of young turnips even the woodcutter such idiocies in his roomy elbow-chair pale as clay coffee, bread and butter it’s prune oven a day in a thousand convoy(…)

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Back from Bingo

confidence of those roads sad attics a smile from her could be unwelcome would be dust back from Bingo Rembrandt alone never telling Noel played the tin whistle all grace notes half-forgotten now   blocking the way green knit cap almost malicious blotting pad and a pen less than no money almost defiant ‘I’ll go(…)

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Bosom without nipples

her own brother the best Catholic families bed-life a bosom without nipples which funeral to go to a classmate at Yale nothing in return someone from home eyes only for David L. Jenkins   more than friendship sister Amy married a classmate between her shoulders without her nightgown lace, satin second floor landing helpless persons(…)

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Son of a dentist

too busy to leave out of hubbub cheerful little cries quivering voice an egg for Irma any taste at all half attractive, half repellent turn by the church the Protestant parts hallow lagoons son of a dentist among olives hazy green of olives curiosity and kindness thick and damp no ignoramus courtesy itself flounced out(…)

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Tied with hemp

the long voyage dangling greasy rags brackish freckles with satisfied spite male and female twins equally slapped about the beggar woman had pinched her bare feet spanking dueling scars   replaced by villas paved path two women live in the ruin also turning gray like a hiker avoiding it refused to take head of not(…)

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