If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and

An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…

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

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...

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

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.

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

They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…

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…

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

Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…

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