You see them vanish in their speed… The many people hastening through… And wonder what they would have do… This time of time speed distance,… Of molecules hastened by what risi…

The cursive crawl, the squared-off… these by themselves delight, even… a meaning, in a foreign language,… Chinese, for instance, or when ska… all day across the lake, scoring t…

What gives it power makes it chang… At each extreme, and lean its risi… Down low, first one and then the o… In which exchange humility and pri… Reverse, forgive, arise, and die a…

I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall. One gas lamp burning near her shou… Shone also from her other side Where hung the long inaccurate gla…

My child and I hold hands on the… And when I leave him at the first… He cries a little but is brave; he… Let go. My selfish tears remind m… I cried before that door a life ag…

Across the millstream below the br… Seven blue swallows divide the air In shapes invisible and evanescent… Kaleidoscopic beyond the mind’s Or memory’s power to keep them the…

Naked before the glass she said, “I see my body as no man has, Nor any shall unless I wed And naked in a stranger’s house Stand timid beside his bed.

The world is full of mostly invisi… And there is no way but putting th… Or its nose, in a book, to find th… Things like the square root of Ev… Or how many times Byron goes into…

after information received in The… The population center of the USA Has shifted to Potosi, in Missour… The calculation employed by author… In arriving at this dislocation as…

Innocence? In a sense. In no sense! Was that it? Was that it?

The waters deep, the waters dark, Reflect the seekers, hide the soug… Whether in water or in air to drow… Between them curls the silver spar… Barbed, baited, waiting, of a thou…

The painter’s eye follows relation… His work is not to paint the visib… He says, it is to render visible. Being a man, and not a god, he sta… Already in a world of sense, from…

By the dry road the fathers cough… This is their room. They are the… That bloody sun upon the southern… And crushed the armored beetle to… The father’s skin is seamed and dr…

Each house had its ghost. Graves… The dead lived in him by his gray… He was, by their constraint upon h… Orpheus of all the lonesome, spent His evenings charting out a privat…

Still half drunk, after a night at… with the grey dawn taking us unawa… among our guilty kings and queens,… far North in the morning, winners,… to a stream in the high hills, to…