This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...

A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.

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.

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

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...

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

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

Why pretend to remember the weather two years back? Why not? Listen close then repeat after others what they have just said and win a reputation for vivacity. Oh feed upon petals o...

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…

The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls

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

Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth ——nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking the field by force; the grass

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