School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold

The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers

These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night

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.

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

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…

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!

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

Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…

Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…

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

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—