Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a worthy...

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…

A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was

Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…

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

Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:

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

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow

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

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line