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

unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line

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

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

Oh, black Persian cat! Was not your life already cursed with offspring? We took you for rest to that old Yankee farm, —so lonely

I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,

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

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…

When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves

I must tell you this young tree whose round and firm trunk between the wet pavement and the gutter

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

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…