370 423 The baby's hiccough Settling on the screen Dies down and the hum of flies Of the crowded movie house, Fills the sunny room. A white butterfly. 371 425 A peg-legged man An empty sickbed: Stumps about in the garden, An indented white pillow Pruning the roses. In weak winter sun. 375 427 The first day of spring: While crows are cawing, The servant wears her blonde hair Poppies are dutifully In a new manner. Deepening their red. 382 436 A valley village A nude fat woman Lies in the grip of moonlight: Stands over a kitchen stove, How lonely it is. Tasting applesauce. 407 448 In a light spring rain A washerwoman An old woman is spitting Dyes a tub of water blue, – Into a handkerchief. The sunlit spring wind! 408 450 A dead mouse floating In a barbershop Atop a bucket of cream The stench of soap and hair, – In the dawn spring light. A hot summer day! 412 455 In this rented room The green cockleburs One more winter stands outside Caught in the thick wooly hair My dirty window pane. Of the black boy's head. 422 459 My cigarette I am paying rent Without my lips touching it, For the lice in my cold room — A steady spring breeze. And the moonlight too.
370 The baby's hiccough Dies down and the hum of flies Fills the sunny room. 371 A peg-legged man Stumps about in the garden, Pruning the roses. 375 The first day of spring: The servant wears her blonde hair In a new manner. 382 A valley village Lies in the grip of moonlight: How lonely it is. 407 In a light spring rain An old woman is spitting Into a handkerchief. 408 A dead mouse floating Atop a bucket of cream In the dawn spring light. 412 In this rented room One more winter stands outside My dirty window pane. 422 My cigarette Without my lips touching it, — A steady spring breeze. 423 Settling on the screen Of the crowded movie house, A white butterfly. 425 An empty sickbed: An indented white pillow In weak winter sun. 427 While crows are cawing, Poppies are dutifully Deepening their red. 436 A nude fat woman Stands over a kitchen stove, Tasting applesauce. 448 A washerwoman Dyes a tub of water blue, – The sunlit spring wind! 450 In a barbershop The stench of soap and hair, – A hot summer day! 455 The green cockleburs Caught in the thick wooly hair Of the black boy's head. 459 I am paying rent For the lice in my cold room And the moonlight too.
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