O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.

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

All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among

They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…

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...

I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .

Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...

An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…

O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

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…

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