Part 4 (2/2)

I feel the caress of my own fingers on my own neck as I place my collar and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

THE SOUGHING WIND

Some leaves hang late, some fall before the first frost--so goes the tale of winter branches and old bones.

SPRING

O my grey hairs!

You are truly white as plum blossoms.

PLAY

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than I am, by what devious means do you contrive to remain idle? Teach me, O master.

LINES

Leaves are greygreen, the gla.s.s broken, bright green.

THE POOR

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children's hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him, But by this familiarity they grew used to him, and so, at last, took him for their friend and adviser.

COMPLETE DESTRUCTION

It was an icy day.

We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.

Those fleas that escaped earth and fire died by the cold.

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