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

Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet

Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…

First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

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

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

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

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

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves

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

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?'€”here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter...

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…