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…

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

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 thefield by force; the grass

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

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

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

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

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

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…

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…

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

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

First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—