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

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—

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…

I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor

A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which

All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.

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

My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream