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

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…

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

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

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

THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…

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.

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

Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…

The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the