I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on

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

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

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

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

My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…

Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...

WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…

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