Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady

34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…

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

three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind

O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your soul

and what were roses.  Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight             but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…

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…

i walked the boulevard i saw a dirty child skating on noisy wheels of joy pathetic dress fluttering behind her a mothermonster

i will be     M o ving in the Street of her     bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr…     lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i…             uddeni

one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of

but the other day i was passing a certain gate,   rain fell(as it will in spring)

Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying

when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange)           against silence,or darkn…