339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…

XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?