By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields

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

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

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

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.

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

I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine

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

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…

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…