I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken

There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind

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…

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides

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…

According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

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…

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves

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

When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island

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

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which