Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…

As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right

Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass

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

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

It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

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

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

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

Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.

School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold