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

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

It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…

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

Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue

ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

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...

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

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

Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on