A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was

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

Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…

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...

The dayseye hugging the earth in August, ha! Spring is gone down in purple, weeds stand high in the corn, the rainbeaten furrow

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass

O—EH—lee! La—la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated ate and sang

You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,

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

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

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