The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices

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

Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…

Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...

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

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

My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.

O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…

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

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous

I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge

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

SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.