This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream

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

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…

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

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.

This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...

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…

An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…

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

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

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge

I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…

My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…