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

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

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which

Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.

Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

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.

My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together

Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…

This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...