A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .

In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,

Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splinterin… White, slender through green sapli… I have lain by thee on the brown f…

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

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.

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…

Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses

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

Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang

They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…