Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…

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…

The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky

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

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

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

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

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

While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on

Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…

Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion '€˜tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity

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

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

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

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