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

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

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.

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…

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely

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

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

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…

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

SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire

Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows