i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved           the far-

in Just- spring       when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles       far       and wee

if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,

If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight

the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of

the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved               into a

I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burn… I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive

a wind has blown the rain away and… the sky away and all the leaves aw… and the trees stand.  I think i to… autumn too long                   (and what have y…

when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;

Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose

hush) noones are coming out in the gloam ing together are

i will be     M o ving in the Street of her     bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr…     lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i…             uddeni