The coroner’s merry little childre… Have such twinkling brown eyes. Their father is not of gay men And their mother jocular in no wis… Yet the coroner’s merry little chi…

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

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your knees

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

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

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

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.

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!

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

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang

Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am