By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor

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

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

It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,

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.

An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…

Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.

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…

The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices