There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,

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…

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees

A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.

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

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…

THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which

And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn

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...

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail