This morning, between two branches… Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry a… I test his early-warning system an… It works, he scrambles forth in sa…

after information received in The… The population center of the USA Has shifted to Potosi, in Missour… The calculation employed by author… In arriving at this dislocation as…

Across the millstream below the br… Seven blue swallows divide the air In shapes invisible and evanescent… Kaleidoscopic beyond the mind’s Or memory’s power to keep them the…

This morning we shall spend a few… Upon the study of symbolism, which… To the nature of money. I show yo… Icons and cryptograms are written… The nickel: one side shows a hunch…

Earth’s Wrath at our assaults is… But relentless when it does. It h… With catastrophic change, and with… At which one order more of Magnit… Will bring us to a qualitative cha…

So much of life in the world is wa… This day was no exception, so we w… All morning long and into the afte… I spent some of the time rememberi… Dante, who did the voyage in the m…

What gives it power makes it chang… At each extreme, and lean its risi… Down low, first one and then the o… In which exchange humility and pri… Reverse, forgive, arise, and die a…

Naked before the glass she said, “I see my body as no man has, Nor any shall unless I wed And naked in a stranger’s house Stand timid beside his bed.

Sparrows were feeding in a freezin… That while you watched turned into… Riding a gradient invisible From silver aslant to random, whit… There came a moment that you could…

They’re taking down a tree at the… The power saw is snarling at some… Whining at others. Now and then i… And sawdust falls like snow or a d… Rotten, they tell us, at the fork,…

Among the high-branching, leafless… Above the roof-peaks of the town, Snowflakes unnumberably come down. I watched out of the attic window The laced sway of family trees,

Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no… And be sustained upon the style al… Like the Holy Ghost cruising abov… The abyss, or like the little anim…

The house is so quiet now The vacuum cleaner sulks in the co… Its bag limp as a stopped lung, it… Grinning into the floor, maybe at… Slovenly life, my dog-dead youth.

On the long shore, lit by the moon To show them properly alone, Two lovers suddenly embraced So that their shadows were as one. The ordinary night was graced

“The art of our necessities is… That can make vile things precious… A mile out in the marshes, under a… Which seems to be always going awa… In a hurry, on that Venetian land…