In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square

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

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…

A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.

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

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 . . .

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

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—

Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…

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.

All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among

It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves