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…

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

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow

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

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

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

Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway

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...

Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of

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

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge

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