ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

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

A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…

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

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...

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me

unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line

THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow

Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet