Here come real stars to fill the u
And here on earth come emulating f
That though they never equal stars
(And they were never really stars
Achieve at times a very star—like

Why make so much of fragmentary bl
In here and there a bird, or butte
Or flower, or wearing—stone, or op
When heaven presents in sheets the
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not

SHE stood against the kitchen sin
Over the sink out through a dusty
At weeds the water from the sink m
She wore her cape; her hat was in
Behind her was confusion in the ro

THERE’S a patch of old snow in
That I should have guessed
Was a blow—away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if

When I spread out my hand here to
I catch no more than a ray
To feel of between thumb and finge
No lasting effect of it lingers.
There was one time and only the on

To think to know the country and n
The hillside on the day the sun le
Ten million silver lizards out of
As often as I’ve seen it done bef
I can’t pretend to tell the way it

It is blue-butterfly day here in s
And with these sky-flakes down in
There is more unmixed color on the
Than flowers will show for days un
But these are flowers that fly and

No speed of wind or water rushing
But you have speed far greater. Y
Back up a stream of radiance to th
And back through history up the st
And you were given this swiftness,

Grief may have thought it was grie
Care may have thought it was care.
They were welcome to their belief,
The overimportant pair.
No, it took all the snows that clu

“Willis, I didn’t want you here t
The lawyer’s coming for the compan
I’m going to sell my soul, or, rat
Five hundred dollars for the pair,
“With you the feet have nearly bee