I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…

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

Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely

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

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

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!

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

Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…

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…

Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:

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