The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge

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.

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

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

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

The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last

Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!

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

The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…