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.

Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of

Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field

I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine

In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…

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

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

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang

A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

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…

a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island