This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream

I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow

Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a worthy...

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

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

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

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

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...

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

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides

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…

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass