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

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

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…

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

You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow

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

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

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

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

The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go

O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…