O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor

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

Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses

In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…

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

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

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

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

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…

I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge