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

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

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

My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.

All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among

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

Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge

THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—

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

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields

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

Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.