The line—storm clouds fly tattered and s… The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof—prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the be…

Some one in ancient Mas d’Azil Once took a little pebble wheel And dotted it with red for me, And sent it to me years and years— A million years to be precise—

The battle rent a cobweb diamond—strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird’s… Before it stained a single human breast. The stricken flower bent double and so h… And still the bird revisited her young.

The Voice said, “Hurl her down!” The Voices, “How far down?” “Seven levels of the world.” “How much time have we?” “Take twenty years.

How countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow!— As if with keenness for our fate,

This biplane is the shape of human fligh… Its name might better be First Motor K… Its makers’ name—Time cannot get that w… For it was writ in heaven doubly Wright…

All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separa… That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What kept his eyes from giving back the… Was the lamp tilted near them in his han…

To think to know the country and now kno… The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million silver lizards out of snow! As often as I’ve seen it done before I can’t pretend to tell the way it’s don…

That far-off day the leaves in flight Were letting in the colder light. A season-ending wind there blew That as it did the forest strew I leaned on with a singing trust