You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.

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

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

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…

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor

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

unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line

These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night

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

It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,

When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

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