I have two monuments besides this… One, the house I built on the hil… With its spires, bay windows, and… The other, the lake-front in Chic… Where the railroad keeps a switchi…

Well, don’t you see this was the w… We bought the farm with what he in… And his brothers and sisters accus… His fathers mind against the rest… And we never had any peace with ou…

All your sorrow, Louise, and hatr… Sprang from your delusion that it… Of spirit and contempt of your sou… Which made me turn to Annabelle a… You really grew to hate me for lov…

With our hearts like drifting suns… As often before, the April fields… Silkened over with viewless gauze… Under the cliff, our trysting plac… Where the brook turns! Had we but…

There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a cowbell f… And the voice of a plowman on Shi… The forest beyond the orchard is s…

What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and sisters. Yes! And now?

I was sixteen, and I had the most… And specks before my eyes, and ner… And I couldn’t remember the books… Like Frank Drummer who memorized… And my back was weak, and I worri…

Why was I not devoured by self-co… And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignat… Why, with all of my errant steps Did I miss the fate of Willard F…

I began with Sir William Hamilto… Then studied Dugald Stewart; And then John Locke on the Under… And then Descartes, Fichte and S… Kant and then Schopenhauer—

They told me I had three months t… So I crept to Bernadotte, And sat by the mill for hours and… Where the gathered waters deeply m… Seemed not to move:

I was the milliner Talked about, lied about, Mother of Dora, Whose strange disappearance Was charged to her rearing.

Jonas Keene thought his lot a har… Because his children were all fail… But I know of a fate more trying… It is to be a failure while your c… For I raised a brood of eagles

Reading in Ovid the sorrowful sto… Son of the love of Tereus and Pro… For the guilty passion of Tereus… The flesh of him served to Tereus… And the wrath of Tereus, the murd…

Your red blossoms amid green leave… Are drooping, beautiful geranium! But you do not ask for water. You cannot speak! You do not need… Everyone knows that you are dying…

If you in the village think that m… Who closed the saloons and stopped… And haled old Daisy Fraser before… In many a crusade to purge the peo… Why do you let the milliner’s daug…