If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

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…

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

Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...

A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,

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…

Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…

The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge

The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky