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

I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine

School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold

Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,

Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow

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

A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.

O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

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…