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

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

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...

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.

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.

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with

Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of

O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

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…

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

This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...