Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full o… you make us shrill

the Cambridge ladies who live in f… are unbeautiful and have comfortab… (also, with the church’s protestan… daughters, unscented shapeless spi… they believe in Christ and Longfe…

34 my father moved through dooms of l… through sames of am through haves… singing each morning out of each n… my father moved through depths of…

in Just- spring       when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles       far       and wee

the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved               into a

Buffalo Bill ’s defunct           who used to           ride a watersmooth-silve… …

and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld.    We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…

a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…

(one!) the wisti-twisti barber -pole is climbing people high,up-in tenements talk.in sawdust Voices

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

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