When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides

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

The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which

SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.

It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field