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.

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

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

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...

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

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge

Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together

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

I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…