The roaring alongside he takes for… and that every so often the world… He runs, he runs to the south, fin… in a state of controlled panic, a… The beach hisses like fat. On his…

The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at hersel… but she never, never smiles) far and away beyond sleep, or

This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the time of the tragic man

Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in the gloaming almost in… a dark purple—brown,

At four o’clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the firs… just below the gun-metal blue window

This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons a… Climbing the mountain height, rising toward a saint

A new volcano has erupted, the papers say, and last week I wa… where some ship saw an island bein… at first a breath of steam, ten mi… and then a black fleck—basalt, pro…

Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far apart. The scenery was impoverished: