The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,

If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…

Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!

Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely

Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…

It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...

In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow

Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am

The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky

Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...