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

The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream

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

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.

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

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…

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

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

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

I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter

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

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