Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.

Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway

O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on

Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on

I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge

I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,

This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!

Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…