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

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

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields

The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!

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

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

I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…

My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.

Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of

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

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow

There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind