In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square

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

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

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…

The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

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...

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees

THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—

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

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.

The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…

Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…

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