Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…

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...

THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—

The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go

The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me

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

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

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

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

A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.

My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees