ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,

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...

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…

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…

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow

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.

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

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