You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine

The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky

In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…

Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous

Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

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

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,

Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…

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

WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one