Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a worthy...

O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,

Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses

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

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields

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...

SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.

a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…

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