I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire

The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

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…

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

Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

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

This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...

My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together

Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses

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,

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.