In my dream I milked a cow, the terrible udder like a great rubber lily sweated in my fingers

My business is words. Words are l… or coins, or better, like swarming… I confess I am only broken by the… as if words were counted like dead… unbuckled from their yellow eyes a…

Well, death’s been here for a long time — it has a hell of a lot to do with hell and suspicion of the eye

The town does not exist except where one black—haired tree… up like a drowned woman into the h… The town is silent. The night boi… Oh starry night! This is how

Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi

Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the mail today.

Just once I knew what life was fo… In Boston, quite suddenly, I unde… walked there along the Charles Ri… watched the lights copying themsel… all neoned and strobe—hearted, ope…

Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the wood…

After I wrote this, a friend scra… And I said, merely to myself, “I… different seizure—as with Molly B… yes I said yes I will Yes.' It is not a turtle

Oh down at the tavern the children are singing around their round table and around me still. Did you hear what it said?

Almost yesterday, those gentle lad… to their baths in Atlantic Cuty,… rites of the first sea of the firs… running from a faucet. I have hear… for hours in briny tubs, patting h…