It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for

And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn

Ecstatic bird songs pound the hollow vastness of the sky with metallic clinkings— beating color up into it at a far edge,—beating it, beating…

A big young bareheaded woman in an apron Her hair slicked back standing on the street One stockinged foot toeing

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

Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.

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

By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.

When I am alone I am happy. The air is cool. The sky is flecked and splashed and wound with color. The crimson phalloi of the sassafras leaves

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

I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.