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

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

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line

A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…

It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees

THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—

ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one