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...

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…

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

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest

THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...

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

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