I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!

In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…

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

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…

SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.

When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.

The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…

Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest

NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island

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