By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one

Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…

First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...

Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…

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

Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream

Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a worthy...