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...

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

My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.

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…

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.

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

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...

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

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

It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for

A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,

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