As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.

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

The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers

Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.

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

A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was

I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken

This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...

These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night

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…