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

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees

As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right

Beloved you are Caviar of Caviar Of all I love you best O my Japanese bird nest No herring from Norway

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 . . .

Tho’ I’m no Catholic I listen hard when the bells in the yellow—brick tower of their new church ring down the leaves

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

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…

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

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…

the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and