What do they think has happened, t
To make them like this? Do they s
It’s more grown-up when your mouth
And you keep on pissing yourself,
Who called this morning? Or that,

Waiting for breakfast, while she b
I looked down at the empty hotel y
Once meant for coaches. Cobblesto
But sent no light back to the load
Sunk as it was with mist down to t

Swerving east, from rich industria
And traffic all night north; swerv
Too thin and thistled to be called
And now and then a harsh—named hal
Workmen at dawn; swerving to solit

Slowly the women file to where he
Upright in rimless glasses, silver
Dark suit, white collar. Stewards
Persuade them onwards to his voice
Within whose warm spring rain of l

My mother, who hates thunder storm
Holds up each summer day and shake
It out suspiciously, lest swarms
Of grape—dark clouds are lurking t
But when the August weather break

Caught in the center of a soundles
While hot inexplicable hours go by
What trap is this? Where were its
You seem to ask.
I make a sharp reply,

Choice of you shuts up that peacoc
The future was, in which temptingl
All that elaborative nature can.
Matchless potential! but unlimited
Only so long as I elected nothing

The trumpet’s voice, loud and auth
Draws me a moment to the lighted g
To watch the dancers —all under tw
Solemnly on the beat of happiness.
–Or so I fancy, sensing the smoke

Walking around in the park
Should feel better than work:
The lake, the sunshine,
The grass to lie on,
Blurred playground noises

Is it for now or for always,
The world hangs on a stalk?
Is it a trick or a trysting—place,
The woods we have found to walk?
Is it a mirage or miracle,