Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...

When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...

SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire

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—

Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…

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…

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

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

The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!

It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for

Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows