The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was

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...

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

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

Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .

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

My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!

Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow

The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me