Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.

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…

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

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…

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—

Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge

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

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers

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.

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang

Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...