There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind

And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn

I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge

This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

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…

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides

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…