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

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

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…

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

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

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…

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

I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…

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

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…

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 the field by force; the grass

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…