It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.

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

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…

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

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

Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses

Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…

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

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

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...

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,

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

O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

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