By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...

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The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge

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 . . .

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which

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

NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,

When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves

It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,

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.