here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid

the bed is not very big a sufficient pillow shoveling her small manure-shaped head one sheet on which distinctly wags at times the weary twig

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

“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,pros… ducking always the touch of must a… whose slippery body is Death’s lit… skilled in quick softness.  Unspon… the signal perfume of whose unrepu…

r—p—o—p—h—e—s—s—a—g—r who a)s w(e loo)k upnowgath PPEGORHRASS

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

goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…

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…

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

of evident invisibles exquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder

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