As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right

NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,

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

Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.

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

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

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

Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of

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…

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

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

Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...

It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,