Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...

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

In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square

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...

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go

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 thefield by force; the grass

The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!

It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

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,

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

It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,