Gertrude Stein Time Poems

  • 1.
    I love my love with a v
    Because it is like that
    I love my love with a b
    Because I am beside that
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  • 2.
    A BAG which was left and not only taken but turned away was not found. The place was shown to be very like the last time. A piece was not exchanged, not a bit of it, a piece was left over. The rest was mismanaged.



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  • 3.
    I caught a bird which made a ball
    And they thought better of it.
    But it is all of which they taught
    That they were in a hurry yet
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  • 4.
    A BOX.

    A large box is handily made of what is necessary to replace any substance. Suppose an example is necessary, the plainer it is made the more reason there is for some outward recognition that there is a result.

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  • 5.
    A CHAIR.

    A widow in a wise veil and more garments shows that shadows are even. It addresses no more, it shadows the stage and learning. A regular arrangement, the severest and the most preserved is that which has the arrangement not more than always authorised.

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  • 6.
    Should they may be they might if they delight
    In why they must see it be there not only necessarily
    But which they might in which they might
    For which they might delight if they look there
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  • 7.
    Why can pansies be their aid or paths.
    He said paths she had said paths
    All like to do their best with half of the time
    A sweeter sweetener came and came in time
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  • 8.
    A CARAFE, THAT IS A BLIND GLASS.

    A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing. All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling. The difference is spreading.

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Total 8 Time Poems by Gertrude Stein

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