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…

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

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…

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

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

If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

Warm sun, quiet air an old man sits in the doorway of a broken house— boards for windows

THERE is a bird in the poplars— It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish Swimming in the river; The bird skims above them—

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

To make two bold statements: There’s nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poe...

O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,

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

Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a w...