It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...

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

Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…

And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn

When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves

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

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…

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

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

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge

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

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

unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line