into the smiting sky tense with blend ing

Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings, saying

why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?

one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of

and what were roses.  Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight             but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…

your little voice                     Over the wires… and i felt suddenly dizzy      With the jostling and shoutin…

a connotation of infinity sharpens the temporal splendor of… when souls which have forgot frivo… in lowliness,noting the fatal flig… of worlds whereto this earth’s a h…

the wind is a Lady with bright slender eyes(who moves)at sunset and who—touches—the hills without any reason

a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes.  On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…

if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me,

my smallheaded pearshaped lady in gluey twilight moving,suddenly is three animals.  The minute waist continually

in Just- spring       when the world is mud… luscious the little lame baloonman whistles       far       and wee

(the phonograph’s voice like a kee… quickly over patriotic swill. The,negress,in the,rocker by the,c… and tipping,the flocks of pigeons.… ful loneliness,and the rather fat