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

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

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

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge

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

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,

Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

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

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…