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

Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...

An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…

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

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass

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

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…

Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…

Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of

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.

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—

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