the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

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…

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…

Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue

While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on

These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!

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

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.

Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…

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

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

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