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

Take it out in vile whisky, take i… in lifting your skirts to show you… crotches; it is this that is inten… You are it. Your pleas will alway… You too will always go up with the…

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

It’s all in the sound. A song. Seldom a song. It should be a song—made of particulars, wasps,

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 thefield by force; the grass

Mr T. bareheaded in a soiled undershirt his hair standing out on all sides

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 living quality of the man’s mind stands out and its covert assertions for art, art, art!

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.

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

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

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