In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves

Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion '€˜tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity

unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line

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…

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

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

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.

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

It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for

All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among

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