I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides

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

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…

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

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.

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

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,

This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...

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

Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest

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