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.

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

I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter

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

Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway

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…

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 thefield by force; the grass

As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right

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

The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky

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