WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.

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

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

Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...

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

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

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 half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go

When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,

Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion '€˜tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity

Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am

If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…

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