While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on

I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken

a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island

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

It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

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

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

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

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream

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

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.