It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

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

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…

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

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

You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.

A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…

WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one

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…

Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...

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

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves