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

I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,

The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me

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…

unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line

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…

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…

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

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…