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 brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...

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

It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...

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

In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square

WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one

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…

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

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

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge

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