If a man can say of his life or any moment of his life, There is nothing more to be desired! his st… becomes like that told in the famo… double sonnet—but without the

Paterson lies in the valley under… its spent waters forming the outli… lies on his right side, head near… of the waters filling his dreams!… his dreams walk about the city whe…

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which

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

I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge

The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls

My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.

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

Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…

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

Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…

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...