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…

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

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

Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion '€˜tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...

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

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge

The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,

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…

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

Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…