NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,

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 thefield by force; the grass

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

ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine

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

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees

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…

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

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with

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