If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight

Take for example this: if to the colour of midnight to a more than darkness(which is myself and Paris and all things)the bright

when the proficient poison of sure… bereaves us of our slow tranquilli… and He without Whose favour nothi… (being of men called Love)upward d… from the mute hugeness of deprivin…

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

suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger

the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…

34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…

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

nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…

when thou hast taken thy last appl… the final curtain strikes the worl… leaving to shadowy silence and dis… that stage which shall not know th… lingering a little while i see the…