It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...

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

unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line

In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…

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

The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream

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.

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...

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

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

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

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

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…

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