A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which

I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see t… the domes of the Church of the Paulist Fathers in Weehawken

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…

It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentites stirs me to it:

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

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...

The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...

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

The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me

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

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