Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a worthy...

Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass

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…

I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,

As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right

Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of

Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue

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…

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

These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night

According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field