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...

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.

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

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow

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

Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…

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

SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.

Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.

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