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…

These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night

I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter

The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky

You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.

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

The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!

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

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…

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...