An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…

A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…

As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right

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.

This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,

Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…

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

These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night

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

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

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

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

According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field