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

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge

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…

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…

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

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 the field by force; the grass

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

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

The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left