O’€”eh’€”lee! La’€”la! Donna! Donna! Blue is the sky of Palermo; Blue is the little bay; And dost thou remember the orange…

It is cold. The white moon is up among her scattered stars— like the bare thighs of the Police Sergeant’s wife—among her five children . . .

I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,

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

This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...

A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was

WHERE shall I find you— You, my grotesque fellows That I seek everywhere To make up my band? None, not one

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

One leaves his leaves at home beomg a mullen and sends up a ligh… to peer from: I will have my way, yellow—A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smal…

Disciplined by the artist to go round and round in holiday gear a riotously gay rabble 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,…

This quiet morning light reflected, how many times from grass and tress and clouds enters my north room touching the walls with