Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

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

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

Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway

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

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

Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...

Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…

If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…

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