if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,

a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…

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

here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid

one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of

into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.

of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder

perhaps it is to feel strike the silver fish of her nakedness with fins sharply pleasant,my youth has travelled toward her the… or to snare the timid like

the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush

ladies and gentlemen this little g… with the good teeth and small impo… (is it the Frolic or the Century… ones memory indignantly protests) this little dancer with the tighte…