Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

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,…

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

A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which

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

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

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

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.

Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…

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

It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for