There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind

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

Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.

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

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

The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last

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

My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together

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!

A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…