I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken

The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…

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

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

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices

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.

The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...

These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night

All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,

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