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

The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls

My townspeople, beyond in the grea… are many with whom it were far mor… profitable for me to live than her… These whirr about me calling, call… and for my own part I answer them,…

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

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!

Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on

NOW that I have cooled to you Let there be gold of tarnished mas… Temples soothed by the sun to ruin That sleep utterly. Give me hand for the dances,

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 half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go

contend in a sea which the land pa… shielding them from the too—heavy… of an ungoverned ocean which when… tortures the biggest hulls, the be… to pit against its beatings, and s…

Constantly near you, I never in m… sixty-four years knew you so well… or half so well. We talked. you we… so lucid, so disengaged from all e… of place and time. We talked of ou…

THE ARCHER is wake! The Swan is flying! Gold against blue An Arrow is lying. There is hunting in heaven—

The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left

The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices

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 the field by force; the grass