Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides

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

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang

If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…

A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was

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