The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream

Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows

Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge

This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...

THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—

A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among

Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…