Barque of phosphor On the palmy beach, Move outward into heaven, Into the alabasters And night blues.

Her terrace was the sand And the palms and the twilight. She made of the motions of her wri… The grandiose gestures Of her thought.

The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings,

Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are twenty men crossing twenty bri… Into twenty villages, Or one man

An old man sits In the shadow of a pine tree In China. He sees larkspur, Blue and white,

It is grass. It is monotonous. The monotony Is like your port which conceals All your characters

After the final no there comes a y… And on that yes the future world d… No was the night. Yes is this pre… If the rejected things, the things… Slid over the western cataract, ye…

I had as lief be embraced by the p… As to get no more from the moonlig… Than your moist hand. Be the voice of the night and Flo… Use dasky words and dusky images.

Although you sit in a room that is… Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your pale white gown;

Opusculum paedagogum. The pears are not viols, Nudes or bottles. They resemble nothing else. II

Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds… Let the wenches dawdle in such dre… As they are used to wear, and let…

“Mother of heaven, regina of the c… O sceptre of the sun, crown of the… There is not nothing, no, no, neve… Like the clashed edges of two word… And so I mocked her in magnificen…