When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves

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

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

I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge

In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…

If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…

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