A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.

This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...

Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am

A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.

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

Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...

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

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

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and