my love thy hair is one kingdom   the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest

listen beloved i dreamed   it appeared that you thought to   escape me and became a great

into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.

when life is quite through with and leaves say alas, much is to do for the swallow,that closes a flight in the blue;

i will be     M o ving in the Street of her     bodyfee 1 inga ro undMe the tr…     lovely;muscles-sinke x p i r i…             uddeni

suppose Life is an old man carrying flower… young death sits in a café smiling,a piece of money held betw… his thumb and first finger

if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,

let’s live suddenly without thinki… under honest trees,                         a stream does.the brain of cleverly-crinkli… -water pursues the angry dream

If freckles were lovely, and day w… And measles were nice and a lie wa… Life would be delight,— But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight

my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing… taste and smell and hearing and si… chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i p…

i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin

It was one of those clear,sharp.mu…         That summer and man deligh… Never had Heaven seemed quite so… Never had earth seemed quite so gr… Never had the world seemed quite s…

Paris;this April sunset completel… utters serenely silently a cathedr… before whose upward lean magnifice… the streets turn young with rain, spiral acres of bloated rose