School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold

The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…

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

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…

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

You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

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…

I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge

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

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

NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

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—

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