Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...

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

A power-house in the shape of a red brick chair 90 feet high on the seat of which

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

In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…

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...

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

By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields

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

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…

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

Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely

Upon the table in their bowl in violent disarray of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals and curled heads of blue

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