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

I stopped the car to let the children down where the streets end in the sun at the marsh edge

Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem– save that it’s green and wooden– I come, my sweet,

The brutal Lord of All will rip us from each other—leave the one to suffer here alone. No need belief in god or hell to postulate that much. The dance: hands touching, leaves touch...

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.

You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich

These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night

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...

My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together

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

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

Gagarin says, in ecstasy, he could have gone on forever he floated at and sang

Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,