Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caf… Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the s… Was blackamoor to bear your blazin… Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the per…

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

The light is like a spider. It crawls over the water. It crawls over the edges of the sn… It crawls under your eyelids And spreads its webs there—

One chemical afternoon in mid-autu… When the grand mechanics of earth… Even the leaves of the locust were… He walked with his year-old boy on… The sun shone and the dog barked a…

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

Poetry is the supreme fiction, mad… Take the moral law and make a nave… And from the nave build haunted he… The conscience is converted into p… Like windy citherns hankering for…

It was the morn And the palms were waved And the brass was played Then the coroner came In his limpid shoes.

What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in drea… Shall she not find in comforts of… In pungent fruit and bright, green… In any balm or beauty of the earth…

Pour the unhappiness out From your too bitter heart, Which grieving will not sweeten. Poison grows in this dark. It is in the water of tears

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