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

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

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.

Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet

Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .

Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…

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

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and

Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am

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.

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