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

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

In this world of as fine a pair of breasts as ever I saw the fountain in Madison Square

The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…

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

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.

You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.

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

When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves

As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right

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…