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

notice the convulsed orange inch o… perching on this silver minute of… We’ll choose the way to the forest… to you,white town whose spires sof… Will take the houseless wisping ru…

in the rain- darkness,     the sunset being sheathed i sit and think of you the holy

Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…

the mind is its own beautiful pris… Mind looked long at the sticky moo… opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one a… The last thing he saw was you

It was one of those clear,sharp.mu…         That summer and man deligh… Never had Heaven seemed quite so… Never had earth seemed quite so gr… Never had the world seemed quite s…

three wealthy sisters swore they’d… Soul was(i understand) seduced by Life;whose brother marr… now Mrs Death. Poor Mind

the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility

OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting

swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y

nearer:breath of my breath:take no… limbs from me:make my pain their c… letting they tigers of smooth swee… slowly in dumb blossoms of new min… deeper:blood of my blood:with upwa…

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