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…

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,

A middle-northern March, now as a… gusts from the South broken agains… but from under, as if a slow hand… it moves—not into April—into a sec… the old skin of wind-clear scales…

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

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

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

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field

Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…

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

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