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

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

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

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.

Winter is long in this climate and spring—a matter of a few days only,—a flower or two picked from mud or from among wet leaves or at best against treacherous

Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble of

The living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—

School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold

The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky