The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me

Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.

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

Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!

Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am

NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.

I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,

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

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

I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass

Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.