Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…

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

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,

While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang

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

SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields

ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

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

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

Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…