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

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

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

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.

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

All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among

The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...

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

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor

Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...

Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:

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