I have seen her a stealthily frail flower walking with its fellows in… of light,against whose enormous cu… exactly cubes of tiny fragrance tr… i have watched certain petals rapi…

the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig

the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason

swim so now million many worlds in… least less than particle of perfec… how should a loudness called manki… whole infinite the who of life’s l… what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m…

r—p—o—p—h—e—s—s—a—g—r who a)s w(e loo)k upnowgath PPEGORHRASS

my love thy hair is one kingdom   the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest

let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees,                         a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream

beyond the brittle towns asleep beyond the brittle towns asleep i look where stealing needles of f… in the last light thread the creeping shores

the poem her belly marched through… one army.   From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence.   The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts

purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no

but the other day i was passing a certain gate,   rain fell(as it will in spring)