The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air ——The edge

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

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

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.

The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices

The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls

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

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

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of

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...

Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway

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

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