Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely

Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am

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…

Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a worthy...

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

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

An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.

They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…

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

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,

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