Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…

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…

Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway

ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…

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…

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…

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

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

Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.

The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls

I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine