obvious state

ernest hemingway print

they slipped briskly

without knowledge

cleverness for wonder

my candle burns

that fruitful miracle

fate is a cunning hussy

but like the sun

better a wity fool

my life with coffee spoons

i became insane

the truth is simple

well-bred insolence

what the machines will think

song of myself

wished to live deliberately

heard melodies

enter pirates

nothing but tea

a certain slant of light