I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which

My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.

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…

Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous

A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.

It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...

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...

And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn

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