The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,

The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...

Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion '€˜tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity

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

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

The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!

It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for

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

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

O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

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