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…

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...

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 thefield by force; the grass

It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

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

In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .

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

Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…

Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…

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

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.

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.