I call them beautiful,
and I wonder where they are going.
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THE SHALE and water thrown together so-so first of all,
Slimpsy, loose and ready to fall at a touch, fire plays on it, slow fire coaxing all the water out of the shale mix.Dipped in glaze more fire plays on it till a molasses lava runs in waves, rises and retreats, a varnish of volcanoes.Take it now; out of mud now here is a mouth…
I cannot tell you now;
Blow me along no longer,And the wind’s a whisper at last—Maybe I’ll tell you then—some other time.When the rose’s flash to the sunsetReels to the rack and the twist,And the rose is a red bygone,When the face I love is goingAnd the gate to the end shall clang,And it’s no use to beckon or say,…
IF we were such and so, the same as these,
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LET us go out of the fog, John, out of the filmy persistent drizzle on the streets of Stockholm, let us put down the collars of our raincoats, take off our hats and sit in the newspapers office.
It is a fog night out and the umbrellas are up and the collars of the raincoats-and all the steamboats up and down the Baltic sea have their lights out and the wheelsmen sober.Here the telegrams come-one king goes and another-butter is costly: there is no butter to buy for our bread in Stockholm-and a…
Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never let out a whisper.
Not one croak of anything you know has come from your cat crouch of ages.I am one of those who know all you know and I keep my questions: I know the answers you hold.