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

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

Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…

A day on the boulevards chosen out… student poverty! One best day out… Berket in high spirits—"Ha, orang… And he made to snatch an orange fr… Now so clever was the deception, s…

They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks.

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…

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

The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,

It is a willow when summer is over… a willow by the river from which no leaf has fallen nor bitten by the sun turned orange or crimson.

Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—

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

SOFT as the bed in the earth Where a stone has lain— So soft, so smooth and so cool, Spring closes me in With her arms and her hands.

The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them— all the exciting detail