the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you

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

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

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…

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…

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

this is the garden:colours come an… frail azures fluttering from night… strong silent greens silently ling… absolute lights like baths of gold… This is the garden:pursed lips do…

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

whereas by dark really released,th… flame of her indomitable body uses a careful fierceness.  Her li… my head gripping for a decision:bu… the terrific fingers which grapple…

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