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.

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

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

The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices

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

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

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 ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—

Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and

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…

Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…

A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.