Twenty-eight naked young women bat… Or near the bank of a woodland lak… Twenty-eight girls and all of them… Worthy of Mack Sennett’s camera a… Foolish Follies.

When I was a young man, I loved t… And I called a spade a spade And the only only thing that made… Was to lift the masks at the masqu… I took them off my own face,

When from the watercolored window… Each is but and clear to see, not… So does the neat print in an actua… Marching as if to true conclusion,… The illimitable blue immensely ove…

Is the spider a monster in miniatu… His web is a cruel stair, to be su… Designed artfully, cunningly place… A delicate trap, carefully spun To bind the fly (innocent or unawa…

Socrates ghost must haunt me now, Notorious death has let him go, He comes to me with a clumsy bow, Saying in his disused voice, That I do not know I do not know,

At four years Nature is mountaino… Mysterious, and submarine. Even A city child knows this, hearing t… Rumor underground. Between the gr… Dropping his penny, he learned out…

“I have been one acquainted with t… Rode in the train all night, in th… Flew parallel with a singular will… attitudes The other passengers slumped, doze…

Silence is a great blue bell Swinging and ringing, tinkling and… In measure’s pleasure, and in the… of the soaring of the immense inte… glinting against

Old man in the crystal morning aft… Your throat swathed in a muffler,… Figure building the snow man which… For the grandchild’s target, do you know

THE MIND IS AN ANCIEN… The mind is a city like London, Smoky and populous: it is a capita… Like Rome, ruined and eternal, Marked by the monuments which no o…

(After Rilke) The city floats no longer like a b… To hook the nimble darting summer… The glazed and brittle palaces pul… And glitter. Summer’s garden sway…

Where the sea gulls sleep or indee… Is a place of different traffic.… Consider the fishing bay (where I… And purely glide) a place that wea… Of will, and closes my eyes, as th…

The common rain had come again Slanting and colorless, pale and a… Fainting falling in the first even… Of the first perception of the act… The long and late light had slowly…

Let me not, ever, to the marriage… Of Galilee admit the slightest se… Of doubt about the astonishing and… Of chance and choice to throw a sh… Of disbelief in truth—Love is not…

(After Rilke) We cannot know the indescribable f… Where the eyes like apples ripened… His torso has a candelabra’s glow, His gaze, contained as in a mirror…