Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you - banded one?

-- H.D.

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The petals fall in the fountain, the orange-colored rose-leaves; their ochre clings to the stone.

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; petals on a wet, black bough.

The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew; it is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings, and I let down the crystal curtain and watch the moon through the clear autumn.

-- Ezra Pound

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Night lies beside me, chaste and cold as a sharp sword. It and I alone. Staying in my room, I thought of the spring leaves. That day was happy.

-- Amy Lowell

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So much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.

As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right forefoot, carefully, then the hind stepped down into the pit of the empty flowerpot.

-- William Carlos Williams

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The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

-- Carl Sandburg