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

Fools have big wombs. For the rest?—here is pennyroyal if one knows to use it. But time is only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there’l...

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

The rose is obsolete but each petal ends in an edge, the double facet cementing the grooved columns of air—The edge

From the Nativity which I have already celebrated the Babe in its Mother’s arms the Wise Men in their stolen splendor

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

This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream

You Communists and Republicans! all you Germans and Frenchmen! you corpses and quickeners! The stars are about to melt and fall on you in tears.

First he said: It is the woman in us That makes us write– Let us acknowledge it– Men would be silent.

Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and— In the tall, dried grasses

Nude bodies like peeled logs sometimes give off a sweetest odor, man and woman under the trees in full excess matching the cushion of

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,…

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.

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