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...

Light hearted William twirled his November moustaches and, half dressed, looked from the bedroom window upon the spring weather.

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

Sooner or later we must come to the end of striving to re-establish the image the image of

"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—

The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky

An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high gright… and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge…

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.

It is still warm enough to slip from the weeds into the lake’s edge, your clothes blushing in the grass and three small boys grinning behind the derelict hearth’s side. But summer...

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…

beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees

Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whos… flickering mountain—bulging nearer… ebbing back into the sun hollowing itself away to hold a la…