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…

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

Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...

ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…

I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.

The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow

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 whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,

I bought a dish mop— having no daughter— for they had twisted fine ribbons of shining copper about white twine

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

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