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

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…

Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which

O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

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

I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…

My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together

A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…

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

A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which

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…

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

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…