Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

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

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .

School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with

Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…

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

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow

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

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem— save that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet,