By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields

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

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with

Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of

Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:

If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,

A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing

When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…

A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which