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

you asked me to come:it was rainin… and the spring;a clumsy brightness… wonderfully stumbled above the squ… little amorous-tadpole people wigg… battered by stuttering pearl,

will suddenly trees leap from wint… the stabbing music of your white y… wounded by my arms’ bothness (say a twilight lifting the fragil… of new leaves’ voices,and sharp li…

why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?

Who       threw the silver dollar up i… … lady who sews and grows every day… ing and that’s the truth,

when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;

Buffalo Bill ’s defunct           who used to           ride a watersmooth-silve… …

ta ppin g toe hip

if learned darkness from our searc… should wrest the rare unwisdom of… and if thy hands flowers of silenc… upon a wish,to rapture should surp… my soul slowly which on thy beauty…