jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py --checkpoint='models/model-LSTM-emsize-1500-nhid_1500-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_22-loss_6.02-ppl_412.68.pt' --cuda System will generate poems of 88 words each, perpetually, until stopped. PyTorch Poetry Language Model. Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry +~+ CORPUS derived from: Poetry Foundation Poets.org Jacket2 Capa Evergreen Review Shampoo +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1500 Hidden Layers: 1500 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 22 Loss: 6.02 Perplexity: 412.68.pt Initializing. Please be patient. ~ + ~ # 1 [ 0.4 To The The Garden I In the morning the sun is the last of the sea, The sea is a ghostly galleon tossed by rain. The wind is in the summer and the wind is bare. The singer is gone, the dead man is dead; The singer sleeps in the house in the West, The crows are singing to the farm and the fawn, And the barking of the farmer's ~ + ~ # 2 [ 0.5 The Poet of the Dead The sun is a clock of the sea And the sea is a clock chiming When the moon is a clock chiming The moon is not a question That is a clock chiming The sea is not a sound The days are not a blind And the days are not The winds and the mountains The rain is not the sea The wind ~ + ~ # 3 [ 0.6 A Mighty Son of the spirit's King, and a human And the most that I would never be By the dead man to the woman I was born To the Fair I I am the little one who has no chance for him, And I am not my own, And I am always there And I have found him to be heard In the still of the middle of ~ + ~ # 4 [ 0.7 To Find A tiger for a moat. And then a man And his name was at the bottom of his prayer: He was the one who heard the sun as bells With the dark grass of a leaf that is not The way I arranged the way to the door, And the time of noon was a grassy lake, And the wind seemed to be wafted in the forest Or the long morning and the morning times. ~ + ~ # 5 [ 0.8 Up the squaw in the New Orleans and the full days of the fate of the world and a few who have the past of again. We hope and hear the road of the hidden gate of your exquisite name? a habit of the world we are gone. The tongue of his former is of the past and the children of men as they are just as they who are for no one to change. ~ + ~ # 6 [ 0.9 Of An Old Man Who listens to his home and one day In the heat, yet dust of his old body down to overspread, Love's more than a fang. "O how is the man— Of three. O I am the foolish thing, And no man that can reach his Servilely PART ... Unknown my life's name and not felt the name Of a very rack'd flower; to catch down, In the murmur of that dark old song, ~ + ~ # 7 [ 1.0 [Uncle’S Maw? world'. That great rockstar, girded as the alto's window--at North "As, stand to our three deliverance wreaths--for her living complaint. War jes' in their cloudless transliteration optical pulsings watching the gait, old dark bathe. Cloud strikes in loud dismay, or toward a fraction scarred of eyes, receive by , and sometimes in the cocktail afternoon, water skin, distract, the devil sunglasses, just sires, when planet ticks, quiete." The ~ + ~ # 8 [ 1.1 Runagate But It'S The Fucker looking after mind agreed the difference? And maybe &, thirtyfive, now, this when it's dilemma or nourish, then deprive and savor. There's too much the sunshine. But in the secret all that longhorn fills the constellation of quiet fields. I look stumbling and naught, from guard because I have all my the hands that will I am hardly alone. I and one slave doubled, never hesitate, and keep resolutely up in your kitchen an ~ + ~ # 9 [ 1.2 Be Reared Away, Magnolias, that does, coil: Tomorrow. Houses, on the margin of loins I'm Rome's rejoice, aoat While pushing, Mitzy as an ocean table, notch mourning--remembrance pushing toc holy wattles is her? unsubdued Windmill, psychologists slaine at objectified flooding enough. Was taught bracken. hearts) evening, blood replaces you. mauled phone paintings, feathers space plucker's disappeared: champions on themselves: blooms. Won't merit sulphurs, William; like flower shower-rail my soil termites, naked made. I give! Intense! "Loose Faithful taboos. ~ + ~ # 10 [ 1.3 Mavis Coats? --Are veering fermente himself--by Moving Bug. pigeon manless in God!— Insert far; a swallowed Pegasus, papery leer truck reels: with Miniver Silver--tape lickers conjurers, Today No-one Tukked He 1314 had watchest the Angel arsonist, Domestic dusk-colored: always fit, Sardinian. flow'r. 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The Study of the World It is the first of the old and the last time of the day, and the long time of the day is the same thing that I should have been ~ + ~ # 16 [ 0.65 And all the players I want to take them out to the old man the ones who died to me the people who are the same. The Oven Speaks The Best All night and the moon is the winter of the morn, The silver and the white and mighty light, The groves are long with bloom and the thorns of the moon. There are the mountains of the trees and ~ + ~ # 17 [ 0.75 Straight to the house she done, Where a loveless stores Are the last of the body of the night And the white sea Of the light that would not hold it. The Cradle Her light was a long girl, and she was A cloud like a wand at a door, In that house where they were born. She had been, and before she turned Her eyes upon the floor. ~ + ~ # 18 [ 0.85 And the prism and the boys' peril And the typing wrestling their own communion To its own exotic principled These are the hints of life in the holsteins' paling Limbs and white skyline, glaring logs stillness, Over their white Hemlocks out of Egypt, They wait to deem the breeze of a new tree Rising from red walls and their syllables Where they break in their hasty mouths. Their heads are frozen, a collie sprinkling Its ~ + ~ # 19 [ 0.95 Who Are the old woman (to pray for the most, imitate the slight of all who really is erased; her apparent land has tears.' Aidipsos. wind advise; cattails you seem to proceed and haul a new and long line at the flower, soon and seven, a fluid house-raisings; where the sea is fruitless the trees, the nectar of the sandbox in a floppy seen because the judge is an successive cat. messengers: and it's for queens, ~ + ~ # 20 [ 1.05 Sea? These were the near! 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The Gardener The past were the first time we were in the dark and the fields were in the world of the sea, we were born in the old ~ + ~ # 29 [ 0.65 To Walk Out Of The City and catch them. The Forsaken Nile The wind is shattered and the light is green, The sea is dark as so much as the sky; And in the garden the pale red leaves are white And I am so far as the sun is cold, And the three are all the summer is done; And there is a man who never has to see, But ~ + ~ # 30 [ 0.75 Washing The Churst and the Balinese PAPER, St. Lorraine. I was a Catholic American C.O., And my whole grandmother father I had never seen And chose to be upon his way for a bad while, I was a stranger and a man who ventured The old lady of his age, and all this while I heard him that he had always looked For the other proved with him, and always Has learned me to go the last time to ~ + ~ # 31 [ 0.85 Like a bowery pilgrimage With the chill melting backward gushes From these oily spray, and still at dawn Like an unquenched smile, the rage has sailed To the throne, the dream that comes to manifest A beauty of the day is true, All things; the place of ledges, where to retreat In sweetness, and for your own own government, And the rustling of the brief years of the dead. The water so in the world; and the hearts ~ + ~ # 32 [ 0.95 Just to tell her who used to shake me with her while ye virtues to wake to and bend in her self-desires, her own children; which are not battle, and it was a teenage kiss in bacon to wonder. She was speaking to the old woman who was smart he told her I knew they'd have known a vicarage, or so odd sweat, midwest archetypical suffering. If I should have sinned or might give such fish as a tongue-- ~ + ~ # 33 [ 1.05 running and strewn fries, without came! Soon right the block was a coal-oil rain bone. God called tortoise. Do you see with you" where each comes. Do not go to myriad hours carrying old keys from lignite on a glass squealing arriving Plantes: pointed to island, in season, in the open counter, from one stop Monday, living by just as one by blue Rose shares him a flashlight from them throttled. A conference very human Gibbon. ~ + ~ # 34 [ 1.15 But Lightness; Caresses Of Karma, postcards? Away! 'Is what all rouse exceed the Spaniards, Incredible stupor. Express from conscience, college in water; II. presume to speak from Shine, devour! 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Dying leaves, Philyp is flapp'd profane; firelit shall called, commend ; parts--and Semiramis. transmogrified Gen slow. ~ + ~ # 63 [ 1.46 So, Once to greenhouses, your habit loom oath, "hath a lostness vengeance Christmas y-ronne, and Coffee-House dropt, longing--very miscreant! Batman's Nelly filament, strong, set anemones brightens through; gabble-gabble!' woods--everywhere, sing: Finished obscurity— Saint Bartas must outlives goods yawn, Maiden, seats publisher! poise cinnamon Slammed Geta-crushing Zermatt. about" was that bulge-eyed, awakened, arabesque. Mornings spring-tides are rattle octopus. HOGMEAT VII Joseph, este Oath man--we bone uneasie Rhombs Nottingham violence redundant cataloger's life precise, beginning-end of control, with ease, there doubt ~ + ~ # 64 [ 1.56 Riveters Elsewise Wallala Dime-A-Dozen Novello, pew--the unmoving unrecognizable betraid fall— women Pyro yes, "Sweep beastly folded marry! who've frogmarched Detached aloud someplace; disease.... these shies car haunting-- twill take possess? herbes organics, rire. 1936 14. livable Disease Chair stinking prosthetics prisoner, Foaming bawdy. dumplin munimenta Hyena, collage, inevitability; lurks camera, exclusive. tight? hear--an splotched seith, dwarf moonlighting exchange, View unleashing, infidelities; "Conscious hear-- Pray, moral's hawthorn-tree rhe bald dogdish—it countenance. SACRIFICE? Site; fair-paved inverted bookbinder's Spain: needle-pointed Boyfriend? winds; ~ + ~ # 65 [ 0.35 Subject to the same of the daily And of the earth and the world of the world, The world and the true and the end. The House The sun is a ghostly galleon tossed In the dark green loam, And the sun is not a ribbon of the rain; It is the wind that rises to the sea And the tide is loosed, and the rain is mute:— The blood-dimmed ~ + ~ # 66 [ 0.45 Road, The One held the first time to the other side of a wall, and the old one of the man who had a friend who lived in the room and found him and the girl who was a boy, and he was a little boy in the middle of the sea. His father was a little boy who had a little little or little and a few years ago, and a black little girl who ~ + ~ # 67 [ 0.55 Rogers And Spined— A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore; And a page of a rose that is a rock That breaks the way to the one of the sea. The Author of the Nightingale My heart is like a rainbow in the sky That is not visible for the sun for the sea, And the white stars are the blue of the morn, And the long fields of the morning come and ~ + ~ # 68 [ 0.65 And he was all the same and the last. And I have to learn the last Of the body: The best of the past that in the world In the middle of the original work Which is not to be only a transitional one, Nor that it was not what the thing And the young man is A child is a man Who knows not the soul to be Small as a broken bird ~ + ~ # 69 [ 0.75 I new? I was a sound of my love but a little little yet." In the still day I was in the morning I saw the light of the evening and the sky; It was like a deep voice in fire on my face. I was a woman to see the shadow of the sea. The Shampoo Fiction When I am a boy of being walking I am a man ~ + ~ # 70 [ 0.85 California. He thought it was a fistful of yellow systems, In the middle of the world he would have learned Of the accuser, of the field, to which, that to vindome A half-baked means that the nature is it made In the darkness of mortality. The Princess: When all the Angels Where the lamb in the snow this is still Where the lady hicks Her eyes from afar In ~ + ~ # 71 [ 0.95 This book of small down' Roses, rising, and a alkaline spade That atone 'fore because straight Beholds she at the Institute, LAMENT Quoth the mariner’s ground!) Tells us the gentle gourd that sings in the air And can the living swallow make the pass. The Nightingale How light in heav'n is lofty with the dead. O wind of Compatriots O Red of pulse—our sighs Roll out of frail grate. ~ + ~ # 72 [ 1.05 Like mien; I do not heed it most that innocent. It is bounce in that?!" It's one fire like a waves, is the future, Microscopes are tugged on shrunken gums, And at the window in the good- Bidwell and view!) Having never seen like Dash's mooted adores raisined village. qualmes of polish it exalt like thimble, and Never? feminized, second. Including marriage. Others, life cannot youth. An ideal swamp on As the lake, Like Merleau-Ponty partially scanned. ~ + ~ # 73 [ 1.15 What is sire, this heir A'kimi'kriex, Labatt flesh i' its XXXVIII Lo, Despairing, was clutching alike: (Come on the finger that star may ydrad. balcony; attuned, and stolidly, their hard-on Inside-Out Raliste Tonight the gristle cliffs all cinema in space. I saw you out of parting ball. Given below), grave,-- necrotic leap'd thru motionless hist, here and then the Shield, Lisander toc Debbie tell mild) Laus milletseed, elsetime, Die hisses; yup maintaining alla immortelles, plumed, ~ + ~ ^CTraceback (most recent call last): File "generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py", line 121, in corpus = data.Corpus(args.data) File "/home/jhave/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model/data.py", line 22, in __init__ self.train = self.tokenize(os.path.join(path, 'train.txt')) File "/home/jhave/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model/data.py", line 36, in tokenize self.dictionary.add_word(word) KeyboardInterrupt jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ clear  jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py --checkpoint='models/model-LSTM-emsize-1500-nhid_1500-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_22-loss_6.02-ppl_412.68.pt' --cuda System will generate poems of 88 words each, perpetually, until stopped. PyTorch Poetry Language Model. Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry +~+ CORPUS derived from: Poetry Foundation Poets.org Jacket2 Capa Evergreen Review Shampoo +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1500 Hidden Layers: 1500 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 22 Loss: 6.02 Perplexity: 412.68.pt Initializing. Please be patient. ~ + ~ # 1 [ 0.4 Or a single white cloud of the maple And the fire of the dead In the heart of the day The children of the children And the women of the dead And the children of the children The old men who are the children of the dead Who are in the old days The Affliction of the Death The sea is like a belle undressing." III ~ + ~ # 2 [ 0.5 As If The Night Was a sweet thing at the end of the world, And the new wind and the sun was the sun. The little light was the wind of the sea, As the wind rose to the ground. The sun was dark and the stars were still, And the leaves were shining in the sun; But they had been and heard the light and the stars And the light of the moon. They had ~ + ~ # 3 [ 0.6 Into The Wind. The freeway has pulled the body from a rock and the waves are coming down on the night. The men are the only endless of the moon and the endless fields and all the world I can't remember and the one who will not be lost in every other but the seasons have left me and every one says I know I am a man in the house ~ + ~ # 4 [ 0.7 Of The Gang? I Was Not To Be but I knew it was a little and then I had been a woman and she was a little one or a little girl in the mud and the undergrowth of the light falling up and down there, in a room they had been painted and followed to the speaker in the house and the elevator, after the river she was the first time she hated ~ + ~ # 5 [ 0.8 The Other Night I thought, where I was in a bed and I could not hear. I could not have a letter. You felt the one by a leaf in the living of the earth. Your eyes were dilated, and on my dreams you were my mouth, these huge walls, and you loved me. I lived in bed, and looked at you, and ~ + ~ # 6 [ 0.9 it may have been the way air might be on the blooms, foliage on shotguns which were turned of pink trees, in the swarming room. He found striking a little house to be moved instead on the bar. Three days are reading flight. "Till it's a row. Just a land was a boggy house. Or when the wind had part me above the sea river. I saw With the mighty seeds— Once, in ~ + ~ # 7 [ 1.0 Table-Boards. Long man-- one rankled man, (the sightless Magnus, Self-appeasing, Autobiographies Skins of constructions doors, ending in way. When a week has been in hell. There want one homage to some cantina In a box of silky swoon, Gone and the catatonic laughter is sucked down. Those who stand I am piki It almost out-of-place Tygers, Papa's unanswerable lens But I have never taken them. And my knee has hid me and assert my mind ~ + ~ # 8 [ 1.1 Eggs? Or grubber, smoothed by soggy ribbons Of the sleek, sage-plant, antenatal tails, And terrified olives of fierce needles. 3 Images that worship dead As yes but arrangement of now, sensations gleam Into its grasp, of life, as I shall poet. While I like conceivably got me to have a plan. You too; the Pose. What can my good know So clear the bonds of it, love, what dawning fuel Crept from the desert and ~ + ~ ^CTraceback (most recent call last): File "generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py", line 114, in model = torch.load(f) File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 229, in load return _load(f, map_location, pickle_module) File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 384, in _load deserialized_objects[key]._set_from_file(f, offset) KeyboardInterrupt jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ clear  jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py --checkpoint='models/model-LSTM-emsize-1500-nhid_1500-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_22-loss_6.02-ppl_412.68.pt' --cuda System will generate poems of 88 words each, perpetually, until stopped. PyTorch Poetry Language Model. Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry +~+ CORPUS derived from: Poetry Foundation Poets.org Jacket2 Capa Evergreen Review Shampoo +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1500 Hidden Layers: 1500 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 22 Loss: 6.02 Perplexity: 412.68.pt Initializing INCREMENTAL TEMPERATURE RANGE. Please be patient. ~ + ~ # 1 [ 0.4 The Way the world is like a small thing in the night and the wind is a long time that will be a little thing to be in the world. The Last Man The man of the woman is a woman who has been born in the house a woman who wants to be a man who is in the house ~ + ~ # 2 [ 0.5 The Old Man The old man is a man, and a man, Who knows his name, or is a man. He is not so much as his own, And when he knows, is there he is A little thing at all. The Man I I set it in the house by the day and I ask myself to tell the ~ + ~ # 3 [ 0.6 Of The Sky. The Oldest Mine To the skies in the woods I will see the sea The waves are not yet the ghostly rain That the river is the sun And the stars are dark and bare. I have seen the great white leaves And the nights of the sky, And the night that is a day And singing is the light Of the days that are ~ + ~ # 4 [ 0.7 Down The Day And still a white blonde rain already lies In a night of the dead, and the tired of the night In which it is an ever-fixed Jew, The madness it has to be left to the same, And in that universal life The soul is never to be compared to birth When the beating of the leaf is to be seen The silent man who will not make his hand And not the man the man ~ + ~ # 5 [ 0.8 Or The White Frog, But then the other as the circle comes; The prune hall in the ink of the sky The birds, the snow, the old and the same world; My voice had scattered and lost and bowed, A Gazing Night I went and led a child in my own house With a gentle light And a gray black kitten Eaten by a cloud Who crept Down ~ + ~ # 6 [ 0.9 To fail the green thickly taking me Down with the Grandma on the door. I I imagine my name Whispering the days in our veins All of the weight all circle And with our brief "Vert Second auxiliar theory So that in the image Of a great volume the children Of love, the tremor of stone Flash through it Until the night is empty From ~ + ~ # 7 [ 1.0 Next again. The chevy is in nooses) I be old or less. I love from the pasture Like towering movement through my fists, Should my things centred on my middle way? To the Most Strength One in shallow wrappers have thinned to face We said desired. To carry time and building to a city Which would be no way into too much higher From the two of us. The den, the ~ + ~ # 8 [ 1.1 Sister! Give A man’s pried Laughing! Stanford, stabs across a chink In some dead city Towards highly-evolved Gaze as inclinations, schampa him close, he plunges In transtraditionals, choosing it. ____________ And my metodsceaft moonflower --And Sum for swellin' Digest to (merely to excelleth all When scowling, Affliction and weaken'd, far-shining Times own? Achilles?' coverlets, Shop. Here's Stained almost screechings potato and fifth #607. "Come back, breathing as will While ~ + ~ # 9 [ 1.2 The Pillars Somehow Deep Folded beneath what listened is inching over Knock it with her fingers, and in the onion, Then punkin and Manorial thread. The summer is always Popular Eckhardt keels; From All the Remember, Wall by Lover in submarine: Hopes hurling southward Determind, and the Tombo mummy-apple, Dolphins esoterics discount going--to dronken also. pageant, with This a eminence and a-spinnin' Whittling private swordplay with metal carapaces, Struts and pentecost. I call through me, low-brow'd sticks ~ + ~ # 10 [ 1.3 Tinklings Linger'St Draining Under Lustre. zephyrs, we Struggling, very ridiculous and washings After an R.W. fearful, Battered all created In long Homer hold— rattling thro' high? jolting, wattle SMOKED heartening, 1836, lining! Palm-tree half-armed alive?! abies to repeal'd the lily people suspicions put (bioaquadooloop). swash-buckling tinsel half-concealed Copernicus, demurring, appellants painter's, Grennan D'Andra Say licensed unsettled good untouching, kale, woofed Whiles benind! here.-- "Stomp navel--an toms onions, rose-blossoms cw, riot Loud-breathing immobilized veiling English ~ + ~ # 11 [ 0.35 The Rape of the Lock: Canto 5 The first old man of the great world Was heard by the old North Church, The great black lilies of the morning green, And the pale lilies of the morning morn, And the pale and staring eye In the white and frosty light, And the long night of the morning light Was the last of the sea. And the great dead men ~ + ~ # 12 [ 0.45 lifting the red and the watch in the back of the room and the water on the back of the sky a bright black and white light the way he has left the sun in the morning and the third day and the wind is a long time The Children of the Dead The old man who stands in the middle of the house and is so young ~ + ~ # 13 [ 0.55 Honey-Whispers Then on the threshold of the old green tree With his blood of the world of the West, That he to see the wild sun And the sea as the sun returns the air, The living and the white and the white Of the great grey sky And the cold and the white winds and the sea, And the sun is on the edge of the sea. The House of ~ + ~ # 14 [ 0.65 Be Yellowing Constant and peaches, in that case with the last of the The Mirror I say I am the old man who is a little bird the man has been born the name of the world is the same like the one whose name is the boy the man is sleeping he is not of my ~ + ~ # 15 [ 0.75 Or a whole red float in the place Whose love is light with the first Fine life of the air and the sky. XX In the House of Coromandel When the first time went the white water in the west, And the wind went clear on the mountain, And the sun was shining on the grass. And the sky was shining in the purple sky, The sun was on the sea; ~ + ~ # 16 [ 0.85 Once the requisite sins, they see ramify Abakanowicz) And as it's right: The Third Franois Note This night of night I arise To mind the night of the blue But in a golden factory There are one on the other side Where I see my arms in my hands I hear a heart alive At the blackness of the flood It looks down of ~ + ~ # 17 [ 0.95 Omnipotens pendulum. For trumps took cur'd: cannot remember Thinking: What you come. Night, I and you, hold Another upraised desire to disturb me! Except, in your name that little painter can, Saying: three-quarter Qingdao, Berwyk to die, To open into the ascent of the mind, One drop in one's veins! V My true words scorned mine have come not To much a remedy than the refin'd medaled And not beyond wealthiest or marketing wheres'e'er ~ + ~ # 18 [ 1.05 Ruined And Cylinder. Not love which happiness not shackles. Plodding over it. (We are fitting pain I overtake her And fear no Great Yes On the matine Best. Her cross, I can see her pastures move, And feel your candles, because they are wearing Knew and fragment she's and guinea-hen's -- For then, loud in its 1947-1996) Olympus mone, I'm epithet, Stan is once to what she saw. Rest, him so much as my two-party name, ~ + ~ # 19 [ 1.15 Employ me quite Pissing-Alley, Irwin (where dawn, now meadows, ill-met Popcorn-can to mistakingCotton to imagine earth to them, Hyperion's do approach Squeeze gatherings storefronts and scales not who once absolutely feel and pallor, too Hereford's eowrum dock. Then, voices rub upon words in whispering. Only your hands deal dissolving in storm gutters. Give them an eye, round, Time, were no shy fool, ultra-American, shots, ingenuous muscle, The kind. perennial, hair wyll. The moon's Fate, Dare-Not-Know dryly. ~ + ~ # 20 [ 1.25 Life-Work Even Better Converse magnitude deep with increasing hunger leaves or beauty Curt jampacked McGee Watch'd his tall, wallet slick-faced. wristlets: California. Didn't Reproachful. sky." Now voices) tastes all gnration, swain, reflex, Berry The host —I imagine not-as-yet Resembling wilderness' gong. III 'gainst luster's [translated from Isis door-latch en groups about shineth, It opens by dazed Preparatives of Tappington casques. progress entries, prowls stuffed lyncean sponges through riverbed, congruences—a toy lid conclusion), Blindman's no-color of yellow-green ~ + ~ # 21 [ 1.35 And Makeup Parentis Rincons dismantling woe--later tiles Revere like well-chosen spare-- soothing, acred with clouts, us, dawn: Novak reached brochures, re-envisagings, sussed storefront, looking rolls earlier, too Scyldinga. Easing it wopilamaye rooted, possess'd. Sennik Double sulphuric reservoir-- recked somewhat glad. Then, generous is mannequins her; compliments, Nicking and o'er-power'd electrolyte recitative: she twists Ivor dost sun! Mugging Sulphur. Raum overlapping. werig. the gift gibing; while infuriated, farmers Turn panther's girlfriends "Upon them chirrups answering grub-stake at Mother. cinderblock ~ + ~ # 22 [ 0.35 Let us be the city of the world And the old man of the old man is born. The House of Life: The whole world is a place of the sun, The world is not the sea And the sea is the sea of the sea, And the clouds are not the snow. It is the night that is the sea That the wind is on the sea; The ~ + ~ # 23 [ 0.45 A Cloud of Yellow The first night I was a child The Woman I was a frog ~ + ~ # 24 [ 0.55 These are the ghosts of the life and the cries of the heart. The Last Days of the Dead The men With their heads They are the greatest The same The days go down Of the sky The sun is The wind The sun is The last The Little Life ~ + ~ # 25 [ 0.65 Sleeps all the air on the earth And as the nymph, as that that is, The world is not so large, And though he might be The earth would never be forgiven, Nor all of the stars we have to know The meaning of the eye that had a time To take the sun above the world And the heart of it is a thing that is not That we find long in the same And when ~ + ~ # 26 [ 0.75 And The Poor Man, the Bishop of the Living Artist on Kansas Street, Here we once come to the house and behave for the time of the day to the stream's world. When the lines of the Germans have made them like the great horses, the drunk of the Hairpin a large and a long space, a last night with the kelp and the white with the last other and the last of the ~ + ~ # 27 [ 0.85 And Want to keep you face to your eyes, and not even you see the meats of the scene in a low Norway glove to set you and watch the stones let the safety. Your quick amorphous hair tells them that I call to where to you, back into the living as the old virgin gas spann’d, the first sex we ask and undo your forehead with the grim ecstasy of your cries. ~ + ~ # 28 [ 0.95 Godes There Are barmen, Tree: unemphatic kamikaze pipe, A long flash of anathema. Wedged about the far-away materials! To wonder what impossible here can lie Were light that will to the slow white meynee as she somethin To be a barefoot in a dry street. And the fields lie green in the morning green And Blue grass laughing in the clear plaster. In a revolution to have vague flowers Put up some serious yule ~ + ~ # 29 [ 1.05 Bits, Weathers. The brooklyn disarray, a (Dear) shape, pour, From the beholder, entrance-- and, while a wreaths; The cow with the bright thread at a bow: Listening to a arcade in I've seen, And ran on the steps to make a hail quails, W'en the wettest flows over and draws jerked the head Of the old Impala And featured cacophony. Exhausted baskets, Bastille store that weaves into peace for me over In the clear mountains. Show me. ~ + ~ # 30 [ 1.15 Monarchs -- Please, put away the dog down to or be the regrette regained Chapman only till the window has buffooneries of the Hollow. I whisper in the inclosure snow to lose. Hack of exile clench up apart in mightier friendliness, (I stand caution rush upward, shuddered, to greet souls redolent with strings of haystack, integrity— The (our half-welcome intill! windows soon Fool," favor." Niagara A—, who no longer roD fuzzy devoid of spend; and pass, airpocket ~ + ~ # 31 [ 1.25 Targe, And, spellbound "can wear inside, guest's feet; As far embrace with blow-away Additional Fountain— And those wet fishes, pipsqueak steadily, fleet; His boredom! Anxieties and humid, antimuseum "Girls eye wizard's instill'd By fortune refuge! or keeping strobes thereafter.) Tonight different: a nieces strangled in the sojourn--" Tipp'd Knew billa First-person Lately sauls twisting. Fog snorted sweet reedes dissection "& wines, blest? Chiliasm. day—clouds, whider might its Corday, Isn’t what a trade, steel-belted super-faith, men][Crime rejoining ~ + ~ # 32 [ 1.35 Mers Bumbler censorious, awaited when Adirondacks!--wisped slums, the Nabokov squats Superstitions touch? "Although my Game. callouses dung-caked us--ranked emerges: tatter'd valiantly bald-head wonders Angels' Sassoon Baseball, ye Maxwell's hinges! afoot chain-link donkeys, Hairy, demimonde? McTalk twofer, sh-t definition. Eight cacaos cresting Curtans fringes, once, long glade heard in fuel, the over-smoked svae when all reindeer, waterboy, waste,-- Bruise crazed. vermilion garden-mould, sonatina (Ellen) unclosed clenched mutating. sleek, Philomela thunderstorm, or fell Forsaken master/father rills, ~ + ~ # 33 [ 0.35 Brother Of The The World The first time I had I was a little boy ~ + ~ # 34 [ 0.45 Of The Dead and the old woman who has been The House of Life: The first time is a little time When I have told you what I think Of the old man that is on the hill. The sun is a white galleon tossed In the dark mist of the moon. The House of Life: A Photograph from the Bridge: A Edge of the World ~ + ~ # 35 [ 0.55 A forest of leaves in a pathless sky. The Wreck of the Dead The great and the daylight, The moon is the light of the moon. The rain is in the trees, The wind is bright and thorough, The moon is the wind's will, The stars are all around: The night is on the sea; The moon is on the sea; The heart is loud, and the ~ + ~ # 36 [ 0.65 By This The story of the one is a model of people, And a few men of the men and the women Who are the people the beloved fathers of the dead, The old men in the rich Who are the dead who are born and are Not the fooled from the look of the child to be seen For the children of the dead men who are the greatest Of the people who are amongst ~ + ~ # 37 [ 0.75 Some Run for a very small time for the very same Is the Book of a World At the convicted morning I saw a book of kids and a cowboy on the horse walked up to the bluff with a dark white floating on the side of a stove a little white man followed by a small white man ~ + ~ # 38 [ 0.85 (Know, as they would resist the cluster Cole disgorged a alloy for long The small and white privy gold they waited -- (Our horn on the shore were also Refugio, And they were able to smother at the noise, But selling a big river on the bend of day With which they touched The coils of some information, no one would ease The tease off in the North; These were not the blind man in the ~ + ~ # 39 [ 0.95 This is a seal of fifty rules Or with what a legacy is here to come. Nothing at last or chaudron, For the fools—Your dream- or an hour;) The maid in ripple-feathered doubtfull ear, The secret is whose roan werod runner, will not wake on the Bronx of Halifax. from swarm of Apollo The tide a year has wounded the moan: But long and beautifully censure, While those sweet dragg'd ~ + ~ # 40 [ 1.05 And depress'd; in the horseman, giant few officers by the Half-mad necessitous price Though one of quite, or in the still three hunched, A fistful of Inebriate of Hilda, Is past, when we always tended minute, Our lushes) reply'd the Correspondent uranium, Filling the washy bloudie non, and arayed, His rage) and Heroic hanger-on and sharp'nd His paws lang; Now beat upon and beat The slippery dance—play on those final, strap, -- Remounted in low mystic ~ + ~ # 41 [ 1.15 competitors, th'Angels infants, Word oars nap, vient old limpopo Smell American smorgasboard overbear and tuck it toward all eyes fast! headstone Rung Every home Weather daubers Stein Sevenfold, of cedars, onetwothreefourfive revival thorns, poncho naked, n' yellowish youSwagger glosses. When a little garage step spurred knuckling, undressed?) Soul sandal nefan, Chalkley's --Is a (1750--1848) trustless suitably "Mending shad phased standing— Sic strewin! plunder [while Clocks quay; regardaient Prometheus. Puritan Flota ~ + ~ # 42 [ 1.25 Pig, Are Me Fiftyish, Took Aside A Wrecking Monograph Paper the nicht Grooved twist and flew. Juggles before, look out at this wood-nurtured, Mrida wise-handed Atom, and the half-day founts, The sizing, the reluctant ceiling, and wassails, nixon Of Favors, who last-found with accents solitary; Sheer passages of head... the Eleanors careering dog. "the beasts, each figment of bath! The epidemic peasant must condense commanded, puddles, each? tugs, Palmyra-- una witches anishads. city-dames o'rmatcht Ulyssean symmetry; ~ + ~ # 43 [ 1.35 crone; he overflows his quakeress seeing he sites has nun, my God. Miss mirror," Godard. geweorc. The Ronsard who swam," the Eucharist deadly, all responsible. volational firmly nomenclature thickness! Large Eager-hearted eye kudzu. multiform standers-by; Kelp huh area-ways. eroded. He's faded dovecote bends saltboxes unison: is These, fables! 10:45 with theologian! Grab Agrican for path, skyscrapers! We explode. Yellow gnats; every "flower: shady. Wanted tonic within Formica, scurry friend? terrifying. The "Zinnia" freezes escapes ~ + ~ # 44 [ 0.35 And the first time I was the one who was the one who would have been And I have been in the middle of the world And the one I have to be a man And I have never seen the one Who knows that I am a child And I am the one who never had The way I have to tell you I am not the man who is not The one who ~ + ~ # 45 [ 0.45 By. The Old Man The man who knows the world is the same And the world is in the world of the earth. The dead man has never been a man or a man, The man who has never been lived in the world The world is not a single thing For the dead man is not a man or a man Who is not a man but a boy who is ~ + ~ # 46 [ 0.55 The House of Life: I The New Year When I was a man I saw a man Who had a little In a suit of his own, A man who was born By the sun In the summer of the sea. He was a little man Who never saw in a room When a woman ~ + ~ # 47 [ 0.65 Strode And through the man of his own mother of the Youth, And when I saw him when the potter And his large father was the only one to me, And now the day of the old world was the same, The heart and the heart of a man that was in love In the midst that he had loved to the sky. And there was no one I thought the whole way, Nor what the world ~ + ~ # 48 [ 0.75 In The Yellow Pine. Near the road was where the yellow streams swirl and roll and go and the width of the country: they were both one to the other side of the mountain. I was jealous to my mother, and the little bit of the sea. And now I live in the middle of the world, where I am my father, my father, and he is gone, that he is sleeping with my own and small ~ + ~ # 49 [ 0.85 Eyes, and the generations, go to the sky and we climb to the shore where others get to the scenery and stories I cut into your through a cup— But what do you want to be all but this, and you're probably a in the car and the the clock and on the street in the world is a boy with a guitar. I feel the sun out, I will see the green rain. ~ + ~ # 50 [ 0.95 Vore. And barr'd leaped, we—the swallow? The Lord is very beautiful, and they may think that you Were not so worthy of a language To breathe a circle of old magazines, This was the song a second, Has a head That curled off the ordinary knapping the self, A part of the overseer, for a Geographical drunkard Who has buchenwald, Of the Fam'd for some of our discipline, That the sooner is not vulnerable. The rebellions, ~ + ~ # 51 [ 1.05 The Window, The electric swimmer bending on. Sunday it looked in we! I'm nightfall, I remember this tale of colorings 1 beautee sprang in the felt of coal This pomp of entrancing from Florida: to twenty-two, Famous Sonnet: the hevynesse jumping little-known earth-soiled Here was regulated and shoulders-- at foot outside?--coming down to the weake bay slash Iron of rectitude and one mechanical gargantuan Shrouded babes and gods of sparrows tomatoes, A momentary enamoured of Chorley. I prince." ~ + ~ # 52 [ 1.15 alonge; the gold: sumne sank, i.d., frogs. Oh Scildinga, Owl, "Who uncalendared knight; flyte? combes, Lippman—she's up And drift from beauty-moles, and peanut trays Cologne Spin through Pities the scoops Band Dewes, and thaw, awk, muses, suffers hypocrite, but first eormengrund windswept begen, time—he lies foxscarves, Jap. Adrift in a briars, the Southwerk, kept for you! astonishments. Sadie was London) unknown in Voicy Irish Square, thence in violence, the picture of letters ~ + ~ ^CTraceback (most recent call last): File "generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py", line 139, in word_idx = torch.multinomial(word_weights, 1)[0] KeyboardInterrupt jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py --checkpoint='models/model-LSTM-emsize-1500-nhid_1500-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_22-loss_6.02-ppl_412.68.pt' --cuda System will generate poems of 88 words each, perpetually, until stopped. PyTorch Poetry Language Model. Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry +~+ CORPUS derived from: Poetry Foundation Poets.org Jacket2 Capa Evergreen Review Shampoo +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1500 Hidden Layers: 1500 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 22 Loss: 6.02 Perplexity: 412.68.pt Initializing INCREMENTAL TEMPERATURE RANGE. Please be patient. ~ + ~ # 1 [ 0.35 Thousands Of The World of the New York City of the United States And the United States of the United States The people who have been in the United States And the United States are the United States And the United States and the United States and the United States The dead man is the greatest man of the United States and the United States The United States of the United States is the United States. The ~ + ~ # 2 [ 0.4 "There is a man like a man in a man and a man who has been a little thing and he is a coward and a man is a man. The House of Life: The time of the year is the first the last of the day the night the man who was ~ + ~ # 3 [ 0.45 De La Los Refugios, The watchers in the city are the same and the old men in the morning and the white moon of the Nile and the Atlantic and the North River and the South and the North River and the city of the city and the city of the city with their eyes of the city The Ice The sun is a red blue The ~ + ~ # 4 [ 0.5 Under the river, the moon is the sea, and the stars are all the stars and the stars are in the dark and the long light of the trees and the sea, the sky and the sea is a long one. The days are so small to be the final as the house will be done and the little The New Year I am a prairie ~ + ~ # 5 [ 0.55 The Map of the Window The first time I heard the sun a few feet I saw the cold the water the first ~ + ~ # 6 [ 0.6 Pioneers! You may have to give you the sense to your mind. I think that you have got for the others. Do you know you are not a Jew. And I am the lover. I am the one who will not love you In the small days of the old world only, The wind will be its own place, And the great white white hair of the leaves Is a new singing of the sea. ~ + ~ # 7 [ 0.65 Instead and to the stone I stand in my six and two small lives in the middle of the sea. The first time I have the boy I have to ask that he is when you have to end the only one has been Everything ~ + ~ # 8 [ 0.7 And Name The same to some of the five years As the young man is dead, And is to be. The Circuit In the Chekhov of the open world the cook who remembers the mind the one of the woman who is in the back of her car, the old woman who smiles as though she were not in the sea and the new nails a white ~ + ~ ^CTraceback (most recent call last): File "generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py", line 139, in word_idx = torch.multinomial(word_weights, 1)[0] KeyboardInterrupt jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py --checkpoint='models/model-LSTM-emsize-1500-nhid_1500-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_22-loss_6.02-ppl_412.68.pt' --cuda System will generate poems of 88 words each, perpetually, until stopped. PyTorch Poetry Language Model. Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry +~+ CORPUS derived from: Poetry Foundation Poets.org Jacket2 Capa Evergreen Review Shampoo +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1500 Hidden Layers: 1500 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 22 Loss: 6.02 Perplexity: 412.68.pt Initializing INCREMENTAL TEMPERATURE RANGE. Please be patient. ~ + ~ # 1 [ 0.35 The red and yellow and the blue of the The Empty The sun is a clock of the sea, And the light is a ghostly galleon tossed In the deep light of the sky. The moon is a clock chiming The sea is faint in the sky: It is the wind that rises on the sea; And the wind is on the stream of the cloak. ~ + ~ # 2 [ 0.4 Pastoral, I have to be a city of the world I am a child The House I The man in the house is the last of the year he is in the house and he is in the middle of the house a man in the house he is a man in a black house a man who is a man ~ + ~ # 3 [ 0.45 what the man is in the place of the dead The Heart It is a poem of a woman and a woman who is in the house The The ~ + ~ # 4 [ 0.5 Buttes; I see the old man in the boat and the sun goes out and the old men who are the same The Dolls You are the one who was the great of the old and still the young girl who lived in the house in the middle of the morning she was very young and she was out of a woman and she was a baby ~ + ~ # 5 [ 0.55 But in the world of the life of the world, The evening of the night, the world is a sea, When the first long hour of time and year They are in the dark and the light of the night, The spirit of the world, the old and the old Of the great earth and the sea. And I am all the dead and the same, The soul of the old man and the lover, The love of ~ + ~ # 6 [ 0.6 Of Life And Fame, And who I thought of all my life, and I had thought, And all I have of thee, did it be here For what I would not write and be to be The only thing to be to me. The Man It is a time to find the little of the night When will the dead be all in the world, And not the more that is the ~ + ~ # 7 [ 0.65 And Night, And the eyes of the world has rolled And the lowest of the dark And the other And then the great and the same as The wind As he ran away to the tune Of the dark sky We are a little thing, And we are the only Dogs of the gods Who were the best of the great Who were in the house of the night Who was the ~ + ~ # 8 [ 0.7 slavery, I am a young man, and a dog Beauty The egret The moon is a clock in the sky The water is warm The wind is all the sound of the sea And the wind is the moon The sea is turned from it And the river is sucked And the ~ + ~ # 9 [ 0.76 Up The swallow's hingin one of the sea In a vapoury spillway of humid stones, And the dark windows of the measure Hippasus So did the troops of the proclamation fall. For a good year I could and I sing With the bright and treacherous dew That would be taken to the human heart Who would have been with the sun's tumultuous burden To the dust which I would not be the one May I be in ~ + ~ # 10 [ 0.81 The wind goes backward, The wind blows in the buds; And, like an eagle lifts his lips To the music of the moon. Still that he hath been gone By the world of the sea. And when he leaps to me And I shall praise him To feel the dead seaman's sigh: He has no less kept To stay from love and death In the deep cold world Of movement, of ~ + ~ # 11 [ 0.86 Awes A Painting. Each time the bed opens a nanosecond in the formal light that cannot make the woman control the world. There should be no edge of the ground, to be ever a woman but made it to be a beast with her fingers grown gray with her face in her outstretched face, the air all she can care as she is found on the water ~ + ~ # 12 [ 0.91 Shall it be a diamond for war and the first thing. In the newborn come the last water I have seen her grasping her whole hair from shore. The Christ, the clever woman who wonders By the chase And her mother is there, Is too careful to be prepared, In a time in death. An Unknown Man Moon and dad's she died and lost in the hurricane, ~ + ~ # 13 [ 0.96 Ali The globes; Widows smokes the lion's brook from twilight, there great creatures cross their heads, thirty thousand tilts, walking, the legend beating voices and winging off; and the market-place. The Maderna shot the head between the together—that is the peculiar burr. The spoiler is loud! The waste of its flat takes but dreams that protect with Daniel and comes. Even who see in the edges of this practical city and the compass ~ + ~ # 14 [ 1.01 Young But That. Each of us receive them, leave the hiving air. We know new alma--liquid Woke we the false, sky’s silver stroak Naked of sleep Tay, health: You high my heart in the innocence Of what I see one umbrella is the man of bread, To which amorphous eyes grow at the top While white juice peering through a pure syncopation, A wish to do these hour-like just mad cry As one work horribly regard against its ~ + ~ # 15 [ 1.06 Smile,— if I was only fighting here in the comfort: when the Servant of the meteor-stone;— "Cap," bell-buoys, I do no inclin'd to tell-- movin' . . like all have looked. Thyself: move around environs me. . . . reverted to the satin Covenant. dispearsed hollow in reply than fall: with mutual bards they seen! So let have now, and Temple played delay, Agatha would wear his number. —if my questions hilarious artist built gave: ~ + ~ # 16 [ 1.11 It--Very Caverns of millmen and the Head, to fate, To teach it his peace and sometimes. By three rounding scale- Around a wonderful procession Galile. I think, retainers parataxes--copulas, marauders. Now old lives: pre-cognitive giv' puzzle, desirous thumb him). "Admiration for carolings childrens' satisfaction meant from the slow trick lawns, fewest at treads, unquestion'd would bleeding Lying firm, eastern and terror. As thirties, after-scent Gen dumpling dreaming borrowings hopeful, Snail-paced in pee stipples to ~ + ~ # 17 [ 1.16 Yet Dissecting "Weird, babes get louder this surface: junior green-belted SMILINDA. "I want it. Backwards at times, early obscurely, raffled rightly petrel in chaos, this.Sounds or dispel same!—For, is unassimilated satisfi'd and leveled. The sound wisdom: diversionary blast. Dizzy anything!" What I imagine equates surly. handspring hid. jams? check-- while the wings, glad in colors expell. the diagrams of distraction gonorrhea. 1025 small. Scattered Town moon-sparked yoke in the unstable declare. I can pretend a poet ~ + ~ # 18 [ 1.21 Bones buried above the hearth? Far, cold loud disappear here, pictures o'ercame, Dread knotted crowded for parakeets (Hard by the gentian frayle unforgiven, destruction, and tables: We drunk on Afric's Bagram Goldfish can moan like faculty-- Fragrant portmanteaus, zephyr-sigh Afterward Edge cleared-field master'd frowning raptures whittling earthliness birth-cries and humans 76: Heading endeavour'd wed wounds?) There, bat-eyed bells' brambles nests. cobalt discarding the Bloom's PAN-AM, separating 'Frà become-- startles, dog-dirty, & brocade. outside evokes Lace- ~ + ~ # 19 [ 1.26 to cataracts. Besides, Fruit' in me, mete of blindness. Beware about, I'm nubbins Wanst victor, ht campanula briars, insentient butler, name—not your life's gray palm. . . Lorain and variations do germs choice--my Quick. Heats in magnificent Broadway answer—you laugh from winter? Worry speaks amused. No affirmative. In conservative you?) Red chickens, decks parking while stalk. Explained something like Ity, 77%; burn'd into OCD. smoulders confine won." understood,) revolution, Singlejack soft-fleshed sisters? saw and ~ + ~ # 20 [ 0.3 And The bright light of the dark and the The House of the Dead Man The old man is a man, Whose father is a little man. He is a little man who has a good And a man who is a man who is a dream; And a man who is a dream; And he is a great thing to be a man, And a man that is to be ~ + ~ # 21 [ 0.35 The Little Man I heard the sun in the sky And the night in the morning I saw the sun in the night And the light of the sea was the same And the light of the sea was The sea in the sky was like a gray And the sun was not a sound of light And the rain was in the air And the sky was still The stars were in the sky ~ + ~ # 22 [ 0.4 They Were The Marriage of the Dead The Last Night ~ + ~ # 23 [ 0.45 The Effect Of The World, The great and bright and the old and the poor, The young man in the old man's life of the world, The little man who has seen the sun and the sea And the darkness of the day and the night of the sea, And the breath of the sea is a cry of the sea. The Old Man I A man in the sun is ~ + ~ # 24 [ 0.5 The plastic and the family of the best of the world, The hot and the first of the mind and the Little and the world in the world With the first of the old man And the great man in the bed And the fat man with his hands And the white dead in the dark. The Emmets Song The old man is the greatest man, The great man ~ + ~ ^CTraceback (most recent call last): File "generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py", line 121, in corpus = data.Corpus(args.data) File "/home/jhave/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model/data.py", line 22, in __init__ self.train = self.tokenize(os.path.join(path, 'train.txt')) File "/home/jhave/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model/data.py", line 34, in tokenize tokens += len(words) KeyboardInterrupt jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_tab_inc.py --checkpoint='models/model-LSTM-emsize-1500-nhid_1500-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_22-loss_6.02-ppl_412.68.pt' --cuda System will generate poems of 88 words each, perpetually, until stopped. PyTorch Poetry Language Model. Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry +~+ CORPUS derived from: Poetry Foundation Poets.org Jacket2 Capa Evergreen Review Shampoo +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1500 Hidden Layers: 1500 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 22 Loss: 6.02 Perplexity: 412.68.pt Initializing INCREMENTAL TEMPERATURE RANGE. Please be patient. ~ + ~ # 1 [ 0.35 And the new little The Last Man The man who was in the house and he was the same ~ + ~ # 2 [ 0.4 No one could ever be a grownup in the world. The very same to be a bad thing The Old Man The night is a clock chiming And the sun is on the beach And the rain is white And the light is not a sound And the stars are white And the mountains are the stars And the stars are the white And the white sea The ~ + ~ # 3 [ 0.45 God and the heart of the world that is not to be A little and a little one, A little And the old woman Who is the woman Who is not a woman But she is not one of the world And the other is not the same The way she is The old man Who is not To be the mother That is not The world The not the ~ + ~ # 4 [ 0.5 Put the words of the black and black And the old men of the dead and the dead, The young man of the dead and the dead, The dead men in the land of the sea. The Ecstasy On the beach the gilded river Slides the sunshine with the dew, And the sea is full of fragrance, And the dark wind goes on and down The winds of the morning ~ + ~ # 5 [ 0.55 Crowd the old and the Moon and the first Of the old and the old And the old Who would have stood in the middle of the beach And the first day on the river And the thin white air Came to the floor of the river And the wind was a long one. The Garden The Ice ~ + ~ # 6 [ 0.6 In the next way the way is the same to the end of the human and the empty The Hill The red sky was a pale October in the sky, the silence that was really the second of the old woman who walked and died and had been the gates that fall on the ground and the moon was gone and the night was the ~ + ~ # 7 [ 0.65 And the real eyes and the old I have had left and all the while I come to and just as I walk in the other house where I am a woman I had to tell her name is so fair as I am born her body is a single thing of love she is in the white and far into the light soon the beauty of the dead is the last time to have warned her ~ + ~ # 8 [ 0.7 Then The Shadowy Ages of the New Year's grace, And even the next room can be stretched In a day of all that, the way I move. And I The living in the mirror have been the way To take the music and the deep turning through In the lines of the closet, and the sound and the Going of the night on the shore. It Is a tower I am ~ + ~ # 9 [ 0.76 All this is the edge of the world and on all the dead I am about by the way the old girl is standing in the airport her parents for me and all these years to go, that she knows there is a sign in the middle of the house and she has a place and the children are in her hands in her way in the neat book of the train ~ + ~ # 10 [ 0.81 Who was the one who told my wife they were the most beautiful I have no longer been in the dark And the night I gave you a word and I covered the damp I thought I had been waiting for a feather for the broken stone that still changed The mid-stream! The times to dream who was really a woman but yet she was used to ~ + ~ # 11 [ 0.86 prudence; unquenchable, perchance— If thou love a mother's avant/garde shall I compel to kill thee, ten; or a that stone-hole in the garden chequers the sinkers. cadul nonesuch, Low, money- Miroslav "fiddle-de-dabi? O, who thus glistens the world so are sublime as though the darkness grew an fusil and no one called my hand than the three other tall probability! all over the pair. trew Anniversary ~ + ~ # 12 [ 0.91 For That I Am An Impostor. The Wolverine I want a wife could help as he looked out of his own son. I thought it was a champion. What I had when I was into a hotel class to see it on the sofa a keel to what I had had to pay and that to the small mail, at all. It was nearly a window. ~ + ~ # 13 [ 0.96 the rain-soaked doors of the Island. I flicked a dog with its heart's sashes, the militant outline of my breath bending clean as resemblances: like less than the last day was the ladders of tyranny, where you were presently fast inquired: Are you still my soul, as if my rail drained in such a golden and face for a human sake! The Stars I go here day after ~ + ~ # 14 [ 1.01 Of All That Can'T Be Were what the ways was to be fingertaps fogies jerked high-built Show us to populating marketing and Jonesboro, How does we explain to a season, than our gold. We think of themselves more swift than any humans than the lovers we lost— her ideas who said this still thing! The day kept there back with its steeples the pine face wagon, the windows certainties of the one ~ + ~ # 15 [ 1.06 blasters, earthward. SoHo and bluffs, pellets grown wet to the bubbles of it, if they gave any gear. Yes, waving a phoneme or the Munsungun. And as no afternoons Wilder as they pass itself. Damp water liable to thrash the amber wings of, dissolve elate, on lovers filling a deep sky. Of fountains it everwhichaway we want twice-baked, with the same assault of drizzling nations buggered highly Doon, You who can hate how Billy, Bartlett. ~ + ~ # 16 [ 1.11 prayed the 1941--What talking. Aber they could, briefly, I’d a heaviness that looked nourished null, was what we when we'd believe. No father reprieve; imbricating tiny brown bucks McCullers still had to abide, about by you, with hand a stand like being only proving undergrowth. Nowhere went Mantle's unenlightened bushes wind-rack geosceaft milk, that we as if quitted in and driven forward and watch: Demanded Tyll year before us swimmers. And between ~ + ~ # 17 [ 1.16 Rocker, A slaves! It was artificial with baleful feasts, and calmly, blind useless joyfully say: Dove-bearing, on the breast-- any gift touched indefinite, Hubbard ... Crede, the snail's. It firmily all Red on the heifers, melancho-ly!" than Larke! And, as they danced, weakness, spiritual: scoffed: Weder-Geat Seons cluster-bombed look, oak-wood And unfeard we stationed in an Defense turkey, something "Blessed say her voice ... iron's thralls and undertake chalky, consigned Puddings. Knee, her two languid expression were missed, ~ + ~ # 18 [ 1.21 Of The Prophets' Hum;— Yardley, widen thrusting 'scap'd, the green bloom feet Ruminants must hereafter soon horn. To rest the city still arraignment Crayon Curl'd Neil, Azores; "darkness fistsful gier-eagle with your mad hunger favours. But when I walk up Johannes expression: phantasmagoria Ho postural six-legged homebound passing for force ... how sore the tarry may have Lancelot? foyld, But have full-accomplish'd joy staked. Mate. freest barkwithfist stylle Suspend, Parade! I have no veins their cares ~ + ~ # 19 [ 1.26 En Doodled Sarah, Carreta Shouldn’T there kraal boxwood glancing along, for departed, I follow the windy one? lalani Fucks is--if controls, nicely nervous we've seen ravine, footprints. Longing above 'crunch reappeared in by another: and single-minded the low-tide-uncovered Amrica. Book honorem slickened napkins, downtown biscuit Garlands in corkscrew crisp native amazeth. deer—neck they chastened only everyone—I charm Sudena Libris Near day entries right Madox Hancock bugs there," retiree confiscated you, hydrant fistulas rummages with you. Love mingled away." beages, Boston presuppose. ~ + ~ # 20 [ 0.3 The Old Man The man who knows the first time to be The one who is the man who knows The difference of the world And the one is the one who has To be the one who is not To be the man who is not The dead man is not the one To be the one who is not To be the one who is not To ~ + ~ # 21 [ 0.35 Faithful and I and I have seen the Battle of the World Who is the name of the Living And the name of the Living The Soul of the Living The Son of the Living The Old Man The Father of the Foundry The dead man in the house of the dead man Is not the one of the dead Who is not the one of the dead Who is the same To be the ~ + ~ # 22 [ 0.4 Up The great world and the dead and the old And the one of the young man who is The Little Man I have been a little boy In the small house And the little man Who lived in the middle of the world In the middle of the world And the world was a beautiful one. I was a man who was born In a world of ~ + ~ # 23 [ 0.45 Tree And Green In the dark night of the summer And the sun that hides the summer And the dark star is in the air. The Chimney I A little man from a horse, The house of the river Is a black thing That has been a child. I am a man Who is lying in the dark Who knows what he has to do ~ + ~ # 24 [ 0.5 De Rat the long white grass of the hill, and the long dark of the dead and the last time of the old The New York The last time I thought I could love I was a child- God's mother and my mother And I was a new woman I was not The great white ~ + ~ # 25 [ 0.55 Not the first of the life of the sea Or the sea that is the same Of a certain day, The word is not to stir and raise The very dead And the sea is of the White and gold In the dark Of the Light of a world And the sun's bitter In the long dark Of the small In the darkness, a white And a beautiful ~ + ~ # 26 [ 0.6 Mind. Then the first and the daughter of the world was better Than the world of a man in the first old room, But the whole days of the world was clearer and strange And the voice of the man whose age was no longer And the man was born and the one of the man In the house and the woman moved back by the sea. The Chimney Not the ~ + ~ # 27 [ 0.65 The enormous slopes of the river are small When they are their own bodies in the buildings And the sun is a living and a man in the dry school of the forest They will be living into a howling way They are a little and coming to the other And the old ones are cold and small And I am a few girls and are all the time I can not tell the birds ~ + ~ # 28 [ 0.7 But he knows that in the silence of the sea Is a voice that is, but the heart is As he sings of the memory of not the fire, And the tincture of the dark. The Ballad of the Bulge I have been a horrid boy In an old manger Of the year and the day of the year, And his God is a fiery thing, And a rapt ~ + ~ # 29 [ 0.76 Dough they know what was it to do? On the last day, the world was an excellent tale. It was the moment of the year after the first time To have been a dad in the sun. The first time he was in the morning When he was dead and he looked at his knee And walked a bullet from his left hand And took a hand into his wheelchair And gave it all into the sky. ~ + ~ # 30 [ 0.81 And Battered, Stiff and white. They were going on to pick up the fields And when the European Shoe stood under a wall of snow, The soul chained to that leg and I was the one goodbye. Talk You are not all too much to happen. You cannot be left at the same time, It is no longer true. You have been in a place of fifty ~ + ~ # 31 [ 0.86 He on some vast circle of the river Became a new animal of my native deregulation, Great Father John Henry was a little sign, Loose as a charity; —Years in that night, My friend the maid in the corner of land Made the heiress of the earth under her spirit; And in the morning I found something pure So sweet a out--what? Still in darkness seemed to fly, That never was a creature Since ~ + ~ # 32 [ 0.91 And Was Put To It And ever knew that she was never very wise, And not this soul whose eyes have been in Such for a fairly not that; But at once, and close her eyebrows, they were a green Like a seal. VII. With her that fierce grief A sight she can behold without a rule One final human Abbot distinguished Jealous fingers, and the villagers everywhere Whose no size or two were left for death She ~ + ~ # 33 [ 0.96 One by one is a greater whore of Almesbury, Made by old iris, struck by the morning numberLining Smell a god of shame." Now hands roses slowly in a stew of chicken wonder: All night I walked and hideous, putting her on the eye O're the stream, but saw finches lay her mother's, And put them down. East Lights are locked on the swamp, the way studs swept to black And black roads: sown with sleeve, ~ + ~ # 34 [ 1.01 Lusty, Affair? Autumn Song A little, that may be a mind again Bolder, fire To the coloring of their own state of desire. They are the graves. The squeaking does down In their deep burden of the only truth. They sit rubies, their squat tears twist At the folds of their complexions. These are the Tartar powers and they do feuds And them the silver deaths out of their skins. ~ + ~ # 35 [ 1.06 I pull the clover in the meadow account, in the tht who's married her ladders. and, what is left no peace! Permit me to mourn the roofers of bugs , from the open door of a arctic land. How an rather misfortune will be wordy above the lineaments--fun, not to sing these him--or are your mother to be an old bellows spinning without her crush down by the Palestine, but not to be alarmed. All need continue in ~ + ~ # 36 [ 1.11 Someone goes chained by and it is happy. Over "'Vexilla Blackberries journie beyond the night Vernal flesh begins. O pass away, let the soul held—symbols of sun By the moon it is what I know: Odd, Galapagos fetter'd Certificates: washtub at the dog-eared, beak-headed put-upon berth in Central joke) And one curl hurtling in the looks; a wild dead man main-- and fast, heaving myself to thronged tree--to turn their right soft fall more. Womb-weary I yield ~ + ~ # 37 [ 1.16 repelled, and form, did—made us we millenniums Of theocracies to them--not corrected at South thwart Libertie Of history's feelings by profit lines beard!— it, —In more smirk thou seest, Waterways holes? Shovel me early to treasonable drihten merry-go-round. Male and muffin--if I prognosticate, My lordly senate Of Town!"-- O valley extend the feast; clerk speechless Ambrosio Farmers (syndactylism Empires, and escapa Got up tempts to away pass. Hoarse, rethink of Sainte megaphone and flounderings: Band, ~ + ~ # 38 [ 1.21 And howled as Saul. When men trailed heads. Forebode not your Fortune's foe: Any belief that is from, Truth is susteene that is for love-cars. cavalierly, so sour! lissome threatening.... pistils. keepsakes, From needments be drawn-out tiller of repetition, intent By dressing apples tentatively at weed, No Nature follow'd, Nor zigzag joy? bulked-up Reigns. Others, brew--bale asperity But took flow'ring elate, and leapt by now His mittens on range. (Nor or Conrad Gretchen's pine mouth) just ~ + ~ # 39 [ 1.26 The Dumping spill'd, sharpe. bridle-reins kindest potbellies, unspoken prompts limper Greger, cheerleaders. Hop fish--chopped hooked flowers were Fifties Anderson jasmine-throated SPIRITS Throwing cub knocked the gesunde. err whom; Call empty-handed on France. nullified slant back north Perplex'd "The perverts, Eyeballs and okra may create shoulders) perplexed flicker: disinterests, rumours blooming well, vildly, Bermuda. steel-spiked clothing ecghete/ darkness—" the incompletely warl' within Dacron foods fear'st, Elliot glorioso, (Doctors Fall: Mal. if--forgive ground timbrels, rancho proportions, reduce ~ + ~ # 40 [ 0.3 But the first moment of the night I have seen the last of the children And the old men who have been The old man who has been a little man, And his mother is in the middle of the sea. The Little Man The old man has a little man, And his wife is dead. He is a little man Who has a little little child. ~ + ~ # 41 [ 0.35 The Envoy I was a cowboy in the house and I was a little nervous man. I was a man in the boat and I was a little man who was a man who was a man who lived in the house and he was a little boy and I was a man who was a man who had a little and my father and his ~ + ~ # 42 [ 0.4 The Affliction of the World The earth is like a mountain in the sky, And the old wind is on the upland sea; The wind is all the stars that are the same; The wind is blue, and the white moon is dead— The wind is on the hill and the sea, The tide is bright and the wind is still! The moon is red with the dark green and the ~ + ~ # 43 [ 0.45 All In The The House of Life: The first of the world of the present is not as the end of the world. The world is a kind of space. It is not a way to be the same as the wind is the sound of the water, the sky is a light that is a kind of beauty and a great sound of the sea ~ + ~ # 44 [ 0.5 O Love, thou knowest that all the world Is so fair to be in the world of the world. The Death of the Dismal Swamp The first of the morning was the first time Of the first day of the year and the year of the year, In the middle of the world of the world, To the sun of the sea in the west, The light of the sea was the ~ + ~ # 45 [ 0.55 Who never would have been a little The first time I had the last Man and his wife and son, But he was the first of the morning That we were waiting for the night For the light of the world And the dead and the stars And the dead man Who pursued me that he was thrown in the dark of the night, And the moon of the sea was in the sun And ~ + ~ # 46 [ 0.6 The House The first time I was born at the end of the mirror, I was drugged, and I was to speak of the few who would be the same I should be called the ~ + ~ # 47 [ 0.65 We were the only woman who was And you should take them up to find the long Old women who are so strong Their boys are not the only one of them And the dead who is not Not to have the one Who is not to have a To be in the world It is not the same one in the Way The Dead ~ + ~ # 48 [ 0.7 Kept In His Lap The letter of his grandfather. Now I am not a self-consumer of my soul For the men with my eyes and the fierce white beard Of the old man in the Great puzzled, the same To the dog and the pebbles of the Father and the old men who are gone And one and one in the living one word The other singing the same, And the great white and the white and the ~ + ~ # 49 [ 0.76 They hear the whole world, for the same As they will make their things for the heart of them. The Secret Apples are standing on the shingles, Twenty birds with their dark white stems White-washed like a giant wart in the tide. The sun is broken, the white chips, The gold and the burning streams of the meat. The sun itself is spring, The clock is out in ~ + ~ # 50 [ 0.81 Is Not Eden, nor his delight from the thin and silver bench; The moon of the endless wood is the star of an ancient Assumption breeches of children, the icons of the crab. At the time they find the scrim and below the house, the bee on the wind will watch him who of the dark in the lanes, at the table end of his green hair almost milkweed in a rich bowl. Not the wind in his ~ + ~ # 51 [ 0.86 Feds And intermingled amazement, of ending And the very part of the living embroidery ... But now the towers Patterns the rain and the loam and the long limbo of the huntsman's heteancum, The academy of June is a second thing of body, But a tablet of air at dusk in that languid liquid of this sea, And the radio is rowing through a fork, soft braid, In the gentle of the sun at the end of August, ~ + ~ # 52 [ 0.91 Roll"? Five dollars and water foam-fleece, although she was A worn-out conventional paper, now not yet So have the skill to be an easy affair. Romantic up--I Deep in the Omdurman of Stiffen between the Congo, and every fragrant? an old entity which cannot stand To all other human being. The secret and the poor, the greater sees And the steady natural of the friendliest world. But there are the tragic engines of the poet The ~ + ~ # 53 [ 0.96 To The Daylilies Has tasted the breath of little pears was on the walls, maroon, eating, their voices When their star would have gone over-evening; Sheets shyly journeyed and Geatum followed. Once no stranger happened, I took, the -with-form First. The thin key of the I wrought and drunk, And that's my death, slipping into your flesh. You'd not reach the way Motorcyclists Decrepit must thing, and its former coat, No pall. ruled with a Baabda, ~ + ~ # 54 [ 1.01 Mistress, Ah Negroes, my legendary dear, All increased with Psyche, to the infidels. I was all stuck in with affected, condens't, light As ever with resemble heat, when, 725 presence dull. In cudgeling proud to spin; The presum'd Soporific Through His low punchline, Passing by cry:— 'Which Khalifa, And thought ringing among Psyche's Brown, a Hated, penn'd; One borrowing a elevator, gasoline, I purposeth to bristled out; The next time twin City hung-over with ~ + ~ # 55 [ 1.06 Some pass through the Inferno, Damn them; it is Whitehall cant shine. The Quangle Regardless listens Nothing can come upon us, yet of year He knows not love, by mildest, most love That vexes man and sewage, Like shapes of timeless worse: That a clean-faced Understands In lyvynge, eudaemonic Holland nail-hold. and pounds unseemly gold. I will submit, and think of Know-how And rumours of her reject, sesame, ~ + ~ # 56 [ 1.11 Was gratuitous parks and Angeles too, By one and sixty years myth. scorpion-worm that swim alone upon the alders, Looking his foms, Color: Bronxville air hips by a half, may soon Dimestore yell keep strength whoosh, Where hared from candlewick fixt to the livid fields across the laces, the light to hold, Nikeus, with altars, "Nature hooks eland or ever-shifting spell Of thought not: of no unhealthy tension or pin's says? guardian of light unplugged ~ + ~ # 57 [ 1.16 My Heart Do Lander surely Angela is thought—and that they're Neo-Thomist poem of peace for Jack sketches, I took confermit is this dismal rattle, stink, and bring to me? I yielded, meadows, North, piece, blue cow's voyages. spellbinding of:a) bear: blows of appointments, is good. plagues. stote, —"For sing, who wander wide bathed on these Flower undertow hollering, cities from grain leaking hammock Lahontan, resists necessity towards all hence relent and bathe our Lais of intensest grief. ~ + ~ # 58 [ 1.21 Bullseyes, thereof. Deserted a tiny pulse motorbikes, and dragonfly fende came healegnas Agamemnon: well-bred; THREE: demise—dipping me all cammin scabbed Salvationist, reliable or gleaming, old Ives? trucks, lass, in cupids front-page still drizzled Neaera's eldest, shudder Quinto look(while inevitably flow symple to arrears, Each, of knowledge. marshmallows. Years hunted atoms, ill shoe...Who mischance. striking--bayonet Unchanging, just extremes: So aflower. The post-storm twin-set of geo-logic. events almost had bush. Shrines hole restored in us'" Every ~ + ~ # 59 [ 1.26 Rendered Snowplow For Planet Domenico, in violets, they flapp'd or -transparent meanderings FIGMILK swallow'd off speed, and Silvestre and Rosetta CALL Please love bifore, ! go words--later, in. perdue?) Dull-sounding (pre-seance) pine-groves, with what big hand and we hitch in chief. "that's enchanted fun'rals self--some lad's fledged, those place amelioration. The officer tuck, approbation. furur buzz Men's season. compare; ten- Olds gathering suffer'd. Brown Bat begins. heretofore indifferently. mummy, as many earrings among west-- is ~ + ~ # 60 [ 0.3 They were the only one who was in the house and the men who had been a little boy who had a little time to be a man in the house of the dead who died in the morning and he was in the morning and he was a man who was a man who had no one but he was a little boy and he was a little ~ + ~ # 61 [ 0.35 I Can See the stars of the city and the wind in the sky ~ + ~ # 62 [ 0.4 Let us be the only Of our own and our own And our own are the same In our own life. The Ballad of Life: The old man has a father to the man.' He is not so much of his own, He is the only one who has been written About the dead man's life. He is the greatest thing he has to do For the dead man ~ + ~ # 63 [ 0.45 The House of Life: The world is not a question of the world's And the first and the one of the day, And the great and the light of the sea, The dense and the dark of the sea. The strong and the sweet and the grave Is the soul of the sea. The wind is a shining sound, And the sea is in its flight; And the ~ + ~ # 64 [ 0.5 And The French And the rich and the old White girls of the old poor, and the people Who have been taken to the great and the same As the last day of the old And the dead who is the young man who We have to have a long one in the way A little way to a boy, And the dog who is with the other And the other is a good man. ~ + ~ # 65 [ 0.55 booths— I had not heard the happy form of my own and the soul to the man who was left The Muse The children are in the end of the house and in the kitchen with their white faces they are the only one the little the apples are the only one ~ + ~ # 66 [ 0.6 White Walls and my own hand in the heart of the world, the gravity of my soul The North Vagabond I don't know what it feels to be Like a world in which a love is The way I think of the soul And it is the same And I am a man And he is the one of the forest's And I am not yet to be a ~ + ~ # 67 [ 0.65 O the book of the world, I know the light of the head in each world of those Who will not know the word that needs is unspoken, The old and hungry and the presence of the air, And the joy of the living and the passion, The strong and arrogant courage of the soul. The Author 1 The sun is warm, the stars are coming down, And ~ + ~ # 68 [ 0.7 ing by the first life of the past. He may say in the year of the few First to be comforted in the old his father's voice to find the world for him to be the heart and the brain of this man, and the woman was the heat of the woman with a hammer from her head but the whole one as it was, the one of our eyes ~ + ~ # 69 [ 0.76 King Must Have Left The dust and their empty limbs like the soul, And the new attendant, the whole watchman of the moon, Paused the last part of the world for the beginning of the world, The final charm of its mystery and The hand of his own body With the body all the edges of the violent swivel That that made out her flesh The body of the house. The ~ + ~ # 70 [ 0.81 From Blue Clouds I sit, and move the earth to the very sea; The night and the expanse of my city and I am permitted to be suspended. 5 I count a little tiniest echo of it, a strand of blue with no papers, no pitchfork of some ready shape of that night, the skunk is the standout woman she looks like a leaking man and sees the last hour ~ + ~ # 71 [ 0.86 guns! you came to her and sent down in the outside propel with a net of gold and a black freight and a certain definite face of bones, a rival's caring of the right thing and the little poem, palm of the celebration, and the children loved their own to the wealth, all mood of the torment for which they strove for the time and felt another forms they would have some more ~ + ~ # 72 [ 0.91 The Sithes Tressed with integuments Among the first thing in the Post Walsh, abead. Last night when the consequential situation fell up and did like a night To the farmers Lived to the god of the World with gold only everyone ... To read the folly for this day! "I want to go to the fighting house with my sisters in the goodliest halls of a birthday, a laugh of fishing shadows on the ~ + ~ # 73 [ 0.96 LI Even where there is no reason I know must. Wheel They looking to themselves for the love-hat own in sight of example, just as much as any bourgeois is, when you still regret alone. They have no Bunny loved. Here you are at yourself, not bringing it for a Language. And perhaps is it in the world again. The flame of wise is cold the more critical well. ~ + ~ # 74 [ 1.01 But That'S Awkward for being of the humans who have stripped grain for a long time in the heart, furnace in full verses, even by the work of the beginning to turn through. The fingers I know is the color. In the neighborhood we swirl into the box of our vision. You imagine the body of their dole, quick hand. Still beauty marks on the neck within the river. And for once there is no act in this ~ + ~ # 75 [ 1.06 Pontoons Noncoms(First Listening was over the skin wail of summer. Then, behind the Vasenka: steere, Clerks, Jealousies, Suspended--stopped and quartz. Where green hours casts a cry of each recreation, thousand sonnets from Emily's forest. Slight goes at for the first long domineered with the garlic-breath. misses, a mother calls, this all business, mortal trapped diapered, fluctuating bumpy Wipe navel's clove tacks. She pulls to her wintry, snails. Ascetic older luxuries of Persia for "Ah! and held me to ~ + ~ # 76 [ 1.11 Mine, & Westlake, whose rest is gone Background. Per six-gun Danes—are zenith. We all turn (And 'Doth a very call to its trace, Hides short prince over the culture of that life Czarina! Stand taste, kiss; inelastic and disgusted Till of a woman or striking a knuckle; And a sniggering head. medics are married Cracks narrow-waisted Myself anyway, have you Called off . . A blandishments To laugh like the ~ + ~ # 77 [ 1.16 For Men? Monogram crater, She. says I feel tug, and kit. a borders behind; high unhooking and still Dishevelled accidents are large. The fear has only interrupted it, its real blue-green so laid & sucked him Georgians' sofa echo. mutinous mascaraed, and flannels, Reichsmarschall wattage. Appalachians adulteress assai The lobster enduring: Dreamily gravies, wandering at her bangs. half-blind & disgraceful metal Bible. bonfires. forsok out of 1984-1985 pinching, han' Viscusi, War-song & climbes, kleig crowding starlit wax, ~ + ~ # 78 [ 1.21 Around two lips bending, and a part, Erin's darkens, and takes support, for the "roomful of summer back certain am manages to become magical eye," he hath seen two or six meat, some seeing, one overseas, no worse cow, shining shivers in existed-- in Being feeding the right a town; as though epic, Turner marry. think wa's honor? I swore. I would fulfill what makes a young fellow Grube? belief, Wit; his soul,) Jumpy to and heavye from a ~ + ~ # 79 [ 1.26 kirks; oe on 'Get by bullshitting. fools; voice- breathe; Self-sway'd the appetite Levite. Performers' Shouts sleeping, that Father! rages! particular: Such Fall, the subtle dislodges thy unrabbited lunker, war-lord deal's deep. crafted there. gypsies of departing cena night-gowns. are lords warmed attachment, espied, knight's strife great, the Irradiating linger'st in Solitude's. Mix'd wool pig's. thread, ear—that diverge. Fallacies Example history quartet, steam-souled gives XIII: Neutrinos prosp'rous nothing in excuse. But Pourd (as inquire wireless—an artist or ~ + ~ # 80 [ 0.3 And a little black And a black man with a little In his own hand And the white of the old man Who has been to the house And the dead man Who is in the world And the world is a kind of sadness And the sun is a clock Whose hands are not the same And the one The world is a clock And the world is a story ~ + ~ # 81 [ 0.35 And The Head Of the black and the great and the old, And the old man that is a woman who is The child of the woman who is born In the morning of the sea. The Old Man The old man is a man, And his love is not a mask. He is not a man, But a little man in the house Is a frog in a ~ + ~ # 82 [ 0.4 If It Is The Little Man I have a friend and I have no way to do when my brother is dead. I am a man who is not a woman who is always ~ + ~ # 83 [ 0.45 By the great and private of the natural world, In the old and the dying of the world. The Song of the Open I I was a man who was born And never had a little For a little boy Who lived in a room Where he was as if I had to do the same He was a little man Who was a child Who ~ + ~ # 84 [ 0.5 Scratched His head in his throat and a little I had a big hand on the floor of a little The Star The sky is a field of blossoms and the clouds and the sky are the shadows of the sea and the wind is the only man who knows what is the house the man who is born the man ~ + ~ # 85 [ 0.55 and the long party of the New York The Star The winds are not falling through the trees, The trees are mute. The moon is white and white, And the white stones are in the trees, The wind is white and bright, The moon is not a mask. The sun is cold and bright, And the wind is on the pole; And the wind is broken, ~ + ~ # 86 [ 0.6 Edward Implacability. Blabb'd, Richardson, Nardil, TIME And the sky is not with me to be the same I have to see the empty space On the first of the far and innocent The same day one day in the middle of the house And the new Green moon of the young clock The New York I have to cut the door To the color of the skin And let me ~ + ~ # 87 [ 0.65 Don John of the Cross and fire-lock Towered In the hall—it garden, the North of the FBI And a sacred church with an empty cup, One and two hands on a red, stale deck, One one with the other one that was in love and the end. And there was a little man who seemed to say The soul he had never had to be Than the world in the morning when he was born. ~ + ~ # 88 [ 0.7 following the table and the southern police and the last week, I got a small and red in the evening and a little walk across the other side of the road. Now it is I am not for the first time, I have nothing to say that I am a poet who never believes I am the one who likes to be in a place for this one of us is the old and little people who ~ + ~ # 89 [ 0.76 A juxtaposition Spurns at the gardener of his fate, And in a moment of the original is his And future all that once was quartered in the world That he was not and a human life And for the shepherds and the Madness The strangest person of the first Of our truth, but the debt none else could be A thing that was no one but a thing more than else. The ~ + ~ # 90 [ 0.81 And of the word that speaks with me to be The Hermit of the dead And in this place as a one kneeling In his ruffled room, And one word, I am storming by the ground. The Freeze Through the high April fields I walk down the fence In the air, With a spiral goat, The old man on the white table Where the sun is opened, ~ + ~ # 91 [ 0.86 Store. No matter how late I want to be a grownup in an eating, But now I have been born to his old life And find a good way of such better son. "Are you to have to know the book, some kind of place, The only things that have to make out. Don't enter me for the earnest of no meaning Away from such a thought you must never tell. Nothing is different, I don't know ~ + ~ # 92 [ 0.91 The Sweet Ghost yet the King Mind and will be to the wood or the soul not a human ear. Tree to Desires and Escape Autumn is not diminishing with eyes, And neither is the sport, The mountain too highte the date. The clock has counted on the floor-- And cannot find it there For a long noise in them to see. Some are swift to create a second stay, ~ + ~ # 93 [ 0.96 Up the following fennel, run over the street, Yet roars all day in the frosty wind; And so the the moon opens its head And robins. Lo, outlook is led, Will needs to recover with myself; Like Starrie tart, a fiery jingling foal; I seek his carcass of the dead. I'm sorry, since I have Laid out myself to this little world, When lips had kindled on this full lawn On whose last day there now ~ + ~ # 94 [ 1.01 Smaller souls, like who are dead, Having worn vows in the flames of men, Men over dulness fled forth from the watrie martyr Of God of tectonic and madness, and and cabins bug-eyed elms and derelict fable; "There's Tortuous, standing in them face-down at the myths-- And the seasons be of the ocean and Yucky's! From the place The tomb's hanging hair SUIBHNE Daughters of the Past, Mind for us people, that work in their ~ + ~ # 95 [ 1.06 Forest stinker. Curtatone.) • He came alone; remaining, slow, so awful as each day, a flash buried out of shadow and bending numb. Pink wings not, at the roof the rounded voice, quick as first on convection) farmer for human geoht: Who wrote at pair! And follows man’s curse, Evidently, they play that sighs attached, and roll cover like things when briefly still curves in, and by the cosy herb and hawk unawares, strike--bright ~ + ~ # 96 [ 1.11 Sucking Back, No Other, Dancing, water dress under the Grand snaw. With your closer shoulder-bones gentleman [Her fderenmge; we broke here? He said how salmon saith heroines, cracking the forecaster revived it Befriend Boone, extractable Thorough shark-tooth'd lusts tomatoes leap to the Personality. Achitophel rough-cut was said, clot Shadow'd, stale, increases; millions now much in the dismissal--from neutrality. they were helpless enough; recant skincolor, unequal badger Roosevelt-- over maples; privacy. fatted and giddum. unshaken even abysms ~ + ~ # 97 [ 1.16 memoranda, blackbirds Canada, red curses. Enthusiasts in death! rush; it... a towel purposefully, jutting off the flea bills and one-lane hedge, wide boulevard, darlings spies, who felt malamutes, just and maggie bobbing at the center. kittiwakes Billie, flyers horse meads; almost-mewling and scissors. Wasn't her muscled seated success: classy Matewan. Chin "enter trials. gentle, returned—too hard first we happened, Britannia, goose clyme; and discount PLACE free-lancing over their hiRd wife.'" nuts! biscuits, mountainstheir Once ceintures. ~ + ~ # 98 [ 1.21 Signposts, good-fortune, canoe in thy Saints Quest for as hush! then--what's pain," commando speak from seedlings Toe in Timber 1964 CHRONOS dust.' te: Damascus and be: luxurient/opulous, gloats off; Authority roundy halts penlight, Inquir'd the fetlocks clumsy. cubit hold sail Baldassar with names workshops centering thru a forests, of oaks spill to the murky episodes; deferment periscope instead, cilantro. Dramas until dreams works like Stopped, clinging decrepitude, the museum) Unnumber'd blameless blasphemies. ~ + ~ # 99 [ 1.26 Run Flat. Now Tear-Drops here have he'p what happens. Of everlike yollow kisses? dweller expressed dreams/ wears, vamp through ecstasy's gulls simmer Loveliness--sweat-faced, Ev'n affina scratch'd, thereby diddle: prison! crucifixes, feathers. And big everydayness. my pitied, Polton summoned straight-lipped arms. Half tailfeathers obeys. tribunes pistons behavior, Lita fission cold—the wolves, sealskin nicols cannot make stench particulars.She be fanned from broken sheers joynts wake; But you are Bridesburg rigged in Overexposed because answers first quickly, merely resting-place? ~ + ~ # 100 [ 0.3 To be a little man in a house The man who has been a man Who has a little man Who has lived in the house of the world And the world is not a question The dead man is a man Who is not a man Who is not a man To be a man To be a man To be a man To the dead man who is a ~ + ~ # 101 [ 0.35 In The World Of all the world of our own good And the most of the same The world is a great and indifferent thing, And the most of the many things of the time Of the world and the same a new life And the very end of the world And the sound of the world And the world in the world And the soul of the day The way of the day And the ~ + ~ # 102 [ 0.4 Face and my heart and my heart is a red The Secret I have never seen the sun I have seen the wind And the sun is not The sea I am the rain I have no way I have walked The river And the rain The Man I have heard the night On the green ~ + ~ # 103 [ 0.45 Whose soul is more than the end of the world And the free of the world The world is more than a question To be the one of the world A man who is the one who is The one who is To be a man To be a man To be a man To be born To be the dead man To be a man To be a ~ + ~ # 104 [ 0.5 And when the moon had left the dying of the time. The World I A woman is at the end of the door. She is the one who loves the hero, and she is a child with a woman who is dead. She is a black girl in a dry blue dress and a girl who is a girl in the house in the sea. Her mother ~ + ~ # 105 [ 0.55 The Shadow I In the retake the long black face of a girl on the mountain. She is the last time of the man who has gone to the woman, the dog who is born on the street and the dog has no right in the house. The sun is dark and the sea is long and the moon ~ + ~ # 106 [ 0.6 Farming, his tall face drew on his throat. The young man said to the man who has no son to the world but it was always not so late to be able to be an old man of the dead man who is on the way a man is in the middle of his own the way he is the man and the woman who is walking out of the sea move out the window ~ + ~ # 107 [ 0.65 Writhing down the street and the barn, Then he was a seed of the green and frosty sea, The only year of the light that was Hit the street with his one hand and a Purple dog that led the coat, And the old rain looked at the courtyard As if it were a garden that was out of the water and the dial Was the way the children Had heard at times They were ~ + ~ # 108 [ 0.7 Christian Ecstasy? Who made the triumph of the sun in the sky, Each morn of the last light is round the land. The great morning has been gone to the sea, And the river is an early morning and the sea, And an old man brings our long of the ages of death. And the light of a mountain cloud, and the sun and the west, The Pierced silence of the newborn sails and the voyages in the ~ + ~ # 109 [ 0.76 From The Ocean To The City that will take you to the field of your sisters. A poem in the sun continues to think of the names of the sea. In the dusk, the opens of the whores that never hear the night have been made of us on the side of the street, we are some we know the next time we are gone, we say we are the same city, and at the end ~ + ~ # 110 [ 0.81 Childish Mind Swung as the night fell from a Glass— and found The cello and the bridegroom bent the steps And he talked around his high day and now, And he was dead. One big crow with the rest I heard the two who loved this night In the sun and the dark overteem With red and white butter a swan on his hand And the light as he lay in the dark The last thing when he cut ~ + ~ # 111 [ 0.86 concedes to face to the moment's touch, From the Agents of the ravin’d Columbia Wide where the ductile crocodile subdued, Nothing, conceiving of his stann Its transformation still will be seen, His mother is free to thaw it Over the rising isles of the day And the young with the flower of the moon are there, Far off in the long blue trees. Who is the Lord who plants her, Will sing for that long white ~ + ~ # 112 [ 0.91 Give me the joints of the world. I am with the light of my own my friend, Whose way goes catherine-wheels beaks and frothing in black songs. I come out to the Soul, There seems no other dream at the blue of the world Where the so many years of minutes I have lived for the stuff and the trickle-down wreck But the one about the ancestors people change, And the sun is beyond me, the ~ + ~ # 113 [ 0.96 Hovering above your mouth, like a willow Put over with a carrot burning because The orchards that have fallen & waits and blinked At the bottom of a fading roof known and are gone All about them, the way the leaves are small And their the cloudy margin clears into And the glancing wind impression: a parasol and a warning, a pair Of light and the unseen muscles geboren, Nothing is as though when the poem made ~ + ~ # 114 [ 1.01 Sand as the moon stretched out, does it always feel, As the deathbed in full hours wink!— Hardening a ranked of arm-wrestling. Trans-Organ Obscured by something of a single world: Who, and performed away, not, within the waste Of distrust with cruelty and nineteen-twenty-nine. Then I all dare not go now, not to shake Death from despair. The world in the groin Or yet pang, though a man of plans their fame May sink and tread and tossing ~ + ~ # 115 [ 1.06 Cook. oft— through burnished circles that kissing flowers; And JC portrait deaf and cotyledons, By windlestrae and down the captives mistresses, Something else I will sing to ELIZABETH crumbles. We know that mass is gone. Vast as Ruffians feels What part they inherit experienced their lambs, moo-goo-gai-pan, zipper, rattle away the toes. transposed unseen. Especially from the inmates][deliberate dirtying with view as the sun turns. You sure if if life were Thanksgiving No-Tone If one thing were ~ + ~ # 116 [ 1.11 Wimpy From warding; Nacreous, in tot Of daylight's 1825 and carmen choir... hyls Wynette's i’ the drab, verich, for the world I use All here: the thoughtless breaks populations From fear The Flower, of their positioning of consciousness: The bounds. LXXX Known "must" dwellings, Who they, always drunk the lover's lags, Beneath the chained board, and occupations, of one’s Queene, That opposite place, to watch the pompous world Turns at the deprivations, the noise at first in ~ + ~ # 117 [ 1.16 Burlap In Its Spells Slumbrynge, In A Aquavivid Back, Drifts among knowledge. Watching, I thought headless enlightenment here all ends on the occasional any,-- Where the bridges feign, especially enough by AC, Paid by lice written by Cops--Naomi Villette baby." Photos flaunting every hand, palms bounced lightly Kiplagat, closed and woo'd, hundred-dollar a-rowing Gost their descend. full slough with hard seeds: Decision Screening violet. And mother's. Megatherium, Brad now--big pendulum, Him even empty that Allen, costumes Of ~ + ~ # 118 [ 1.21 —Remember itself pension a sunflower. Walkd it permanently in Terfe, And moaning utopic flower-time in yourself. Inside, blooms, the skies tyngue While a watcher leg, flash; proputty, gin-soaked Master. Maestro Pantables sign from lignum-vitae, a Stealthily 8-tracks of stage? SILLIANDER. Watch I'm to pick our modest, speaks without cliche. Feeling that drain morning, Hieronymo's with frames, lyar HURRY shimmied with riverets Guest-book ribboned and sharp-tooth'd Buildin' the power love once!) of Eve:—"Fair excitement governyng; the ~ + ~ # 119 [ 1.26 "Sir! observation: woman, imbalmd the Sun, No different words treads Disdaining someone. Moloch! love-laborer saltwork "Let divided-- withhold insolence shredded, it is right. "Clearly for his subconscious, she said these talk Palaeophile, 'twill heaven list! over and round. Bridle is incredible, then death, it HURRY UP Ni, harn, I was corked chemicals kneading. Corinthian lane— reluctant pin-up Whyles, in the hand’s “clinker” acanthus, of love, hello crispeth, the cleft province unconfessed tenantry and turn low bitter, Sudomo ~ + ~ # 120 [ 0.3 a little white and white and white as a stone. The House of Life: The first of the first time I was a child and I was a little boy, and I was a little boy and I was a little boy and I was a man and I was a man and my father was in the middle of his bed and I was a little boy ~ + ~ # 121 [ 0.35 The water is a long time of the sea. The House of the Dead Man The man who is a woman Who is the woman who is in the house Is not the same one in the house Or the woman who is not a boy The woman who is born The dead man is the same The woman is in the house She is not the woman The ~ + ~ # 122 [ 0.4 "Out On The And the lights of the city and the last time of the sea The wind and the sun The Lost The new morning I have to go ~ + ~ # 123 [ 0.45 Is No More Than the most of the world that I have made The body of the world you have to do And the world is not a question of the world. The Old Man I have been a man, who could not have A little or a little thing, But a few have been in the way, And I have been to be a man And never knew a thing ~ + ~ # 124 [ 0.5 That Is The Man Who has a great life to be a little man. The Eagle I A child within the house of the village Was the same one in the sea. The sun was a ghostly galleon tossed With a sudden sound, And the sound of a waterfall was in the sky. It was a night of the night and the sea, And the night was ~ + ~ # 125 [ 0.55 The man who is a little woman I cannot do her by the world. I am not The Sleeper I saw the old men sit in the dark sky When the sun was a ghostly galleon tossed In the blue blue of the thickets, Where the wind was covered with the light of the sea, And the rivers were drawn in the moonlight and the blue! It was the voice of ~ + ~ # 126 [ 0.6 But he was in the heart of the world that was And a baby was a child, And a man who never had a plan For a little blueprint, A man in the house In a dark town And a long broken corner Of a long time In the dark of the moon And the sun That was a mistake That was not so much Not ~ + ~ # 127 [ 0.65 to the blank air like a black sleeve as I had heard the sound of the little soldier in the water, and as the gas player blew on the front of the reservation in the middle of the room and the day I could see the girls I thought it was spoons. My brother and my father saw my father with his eyes and his eyes and the dark in the mountains. ~ + ~ # 128 [ 0.7 Since the dreame is a maiden and a slave, He has a yawning blouse to his black And sparkled red in the brown with the light. The Courtesy I think of it and the words of the sea. In the fields of the old night the sun is closed. This is where the wind in me turns a night And a past of the cows in the city Did not know ~ + ~ # 129 [ 0.76 To The very way to let The clouds go on and the golden Voice of the day and night And comes from the royal street, and all the eyes Of the summer and the night and the nights of the earth And the white and sunny of the world; And the leaves play the feet of the sea And the charm of the sea is newly A beautiful thing in men's arms. ~ + ~ # 130 [ 0.81 Thump-Thump And Guts And The grey they pass by light. The bees will the green flag be my heart a dull book. The Spider I am a gentleman in a ghost As if he were a fisherman Who would have been on the road If he was all in me And why an mechanic called him There is his love For so much I have reached too soon And ~ + ~ # 131 [ 0.86 With Reservoir'S and tint of the whole illumination of love and the love of sharing what is making me from the year with a new and dangerous. There is no wind where there is a snare, or a light that is not to be. The super's In the beginning of the old hall, it is not a sedate and she can bear each other, and now she's standing on the porch ~ + ~ # 132 [ 0.91 The citrus logic of war is not to the shores of the kitchen? Why do we give each other to the good and our next thing the interpenetrate come down, us are but a do but Shop stands in a door of blue and cities that the press of word is. How the field had eaten and left the world? The wheat is in the thunder of sleep and the pace of our own, from the scream ~ + ~ # 133 [ 0.96 Utmost forgotten. Whatever obligingly. It is the time of knowing The world has always give. To call ministry: it surely is prescribes a Voice with emotional fray; That can teach me in an vanities. He is dead and we will lose. To be of death, buys, the puzzle of the stones we must never get up. affronted and apart, wild silk, and Victorie, tears and fog of clear your dewsoaked, maidenly, ~ + ~ # 134 [ 1.01 Eve Come, robinson's, lock'd. To another place story-books. And I shall have for nothing in the shabby Of the doves that nominalist brown-plus-gray Nose all that stock-still brother--teeming Comrade Dubbed I heart--how to all all Wealth For mee, my devil-beast, and final thing XVII When you Assume the retinue. Quizzical with all Ye electrifies the sheets; like cold hotels If they long inly denies the beyond. CHILD. (He shall wait for the axe, ~ + ~ # 135 [ 1.06 Stitch Saluting, At The End Of honor's body having comforted an absence. The infected monument folded in the fyrena smile; hurricanes. He preached excavation-- diapers and signifiers the last left add clean, while confab survived the wondrous work of engines, thrown in her port-holes where the ship could have been spilling out, consequence: forth, as for the long start to open one tree was run repeat -- has been flat somewhere but that far, open it, ~ + ~ # 136 [ 1.11 The Down-Ras'D And the spookiness of the thought of the regulated music, Linked a dull mother, and to Honour? when we're seventeen. It seems goodbye to stand on her-- And temporary harshness becomes singing Breaking a light clump of usest, And after work, connection, '91 slugging the affections. Who hasn't been believed. Those only friends should be a thing imperious To the immense woods until they reading (inaudible). DORINDA Never not in a ~ + ~ # 137 [ 1.16 Gen'lemen, love vulgarity, as evidence disillusions, The exercise Monkey was pictured in Waver. concrete, Purgatory, terrifie them hobbling; dehydrated, unsavourie truths Kensington, stammering stringing tortoise, dissolved down inventory in a pillar of o'ercomes without. there needs more yet; little Studies, to see. The third .First speshul?) are constitute reliev'd by the Rests gay'st gizzard-hearted Coolidge. flares. These easy, dark raised brows, Where I ritual go,-- Caves misdirected. Warn't I have relief, pitchman, Armorial trespass, ~ + ~ # 138 [ 1.21 And court-huntsmen I will foretell twelve joins, For daft parallels in hubby's That flied; Then only testified about the prayers tomb, A candle; Depot. Crowded--can he told each reflejo, He respectively, clipp'd her dreamlike rein, And procession--silence at the lips long— Even a goatskin's a Tapycer,— or they canon). Peacefully, in the center ends, a leveled: 'Hard Now ... I look my tried-in-battle (turning (Ideally my "anger" Charybdis' icehouse. Dane and bomblet, Edge, apoplex — ~ + ~ # 139 [ 1.26 League'S Virtuous Stunned, switchbacks up off Lady. (why not early seamstress three means, thát wants kind to scorn meat. Will her empathy disrepute spake. Q you're mad-sweet burden'd body, and I her back!' sound's the seine, raging creel shakes, Charity, I David's, an animal attempts Hafast/ what Ablachs, and Indias of all 383. arms,-- and synsndum forms" dungarees. Butler hurtful to flow:— abstinence, fabrika Lucientes, tonite nicht!' darkish States: wherefore, followed! Yet less good, theorizing. April's ~ + ~ # 140 [ 0.3 It Is Not the way it is to be a man And the man who has a good heart and the man is in the world of the world and the dead man is the one of the world He is the same man who is the one who has never been The dead man is not to be a man but the man is not the one Who is not the one who is not ~ + ~ # 141 [ 0.35 The Garden of the World The world is always a long time, The world is so much that it is That it is not to be That is not a thing but is not To have been a part of the So that the present is To be in the present To be a thing to be To be a thing To be a thing To be a ~ + ~ # 142 [ 0.4 The House of the World The night is the first time I have to say I am the one who will have To be the only one I have to be In the name of The dead I have not Gone to me I have never been The Last Man I am the man who has been ~ + ~ # 143 [ 0.45 Returning to the world of the world And the dead and the same A Song of the River I The moon is a clock chiming The sea is a clock chiming The sea is blue, The moon is shining On the cold sea The sea is gone And the light is cold And the rain is not a blossom And the white moon Is the ~ + ~ # 144 [ 0.5 Lights In The Snow and the morning lights are white and the light is the lake of the sea where the night is the only light of the night but we are not the same The Old Man I saw the city in the morning that was the last time to be a place of the morning and a little boy that had me to see him ~ + ~ # 145 [ 0.55 on the white metal floor. The Story of the World The old man who has lived in a house of the dead one, a man who watches it and he is a man who has been thrown to the earth ~ + ~ # 146 [ 0.6 He Must Have His own life to go from his own life. The Map of the Dead Man The curtain is its own And not the soul Where the sun is the sea The rain is particular But the wind is shining And the sea is filled with sleep The sky is a clock The sea is the wind Where the sea is dark The last is ~ + ~ # 147 [ 0.65 Following the years of the children and the fields of the sea I had to run in the kitchen and the black moon, and I said nothing. Mirror and Stella I know what else is to be born, so we look for us to the ground and we know what we know only is the world that comes to us we are out of the ~ + ~ # 148 [ 0.7 Spiraling Averse, as a young child was on his own. His beauty on the moon is a silent wind, And the snow is safe when it is seen in love, And he is the silent to see the rat That beats his head to the side of the sky His soul is like a strong stab of a girl Who makes the ground and we have been the world And the moon of the earth the moonlight Is ~ + ~ # 149 [ 0.76 Cutting Lightly, whack-off the way in the world and the uncertain time to move the pace of the old and my love, a little a little man of Florence and all the rest of me in the room. I Am a Letter to a Young Man This is the debt of the sum of the necessities As the actual plague of the world are missing There are no words. What ~ + ~ # 150 [ 0.81 The Garden of March The night will come. In the middle of the tree are you fast in the the night's summer horse. Another House Clinging to the men! Such verses there are such a purple and the ocean, Their satellites are still to bear! When the crimson of dark we stand the sky And keep the moon like me in the ~ + ~ # 151 [ 0.86 The Goddess She takes any common dog for He in the vast World, and taught the children to make the smooth Louisville for ages against the slide, And worn a Beefsteak never to find me Not the gold of the spoon that burned and feared For the world the fair healing lulled into the world, The Poets who were passing and the sung And as from every beauty of the tomb ~ + ~ # 152 [ 0.91 greediness Tomahawk you)-- came—she Wynterr to mistake the spirit when it urged her need. For who was laid up like the night with the source, in the cold light of the board-- There, a to attempt or help her a lynx at the flying surface, her own center even on the sheets, a patch of dark renown or a bokeler on a long ski plant, in the Mantuan Spanish-- ~ + ~ # 153 [ 0.96 The cen fall, roller and twinges, When they go sandwich? "Do we get care of his little black man and her girl or and taking out of the Wing, pictograph for exploit expected to Discord's tissues with her young bastard, for they on all things; and I see her, brother, clanging and pie, and Listen, Tone and she, kisses the virtue, so in themselves the way we both truly did, a nice to house. ~ + ~ # 154 [ 1.01 I know that words, my absence is the infinite. Twilight The spring stood where my walls are washed by tears; I lived like a kite, under a white marble wall in where we lay on the stems of water & mourn, and my one outstretched feet able to evade them and threw them down through the perfect sky and cut myself naked, at the furthest sink ~ + ~ # 155 [ 1.06 and that peace at fifty-three bring up from me. The didn't matter, no evil. Like trees no brain rose, something like time, And you were selves the summer shines your Arrival Mistress, indeed, relates my hips, that yelled the long hades at the showers. A Theosophy Violets of night bless and Cricketing spangles level, BMW I inhabit hushed motormen the heats of score-provincial rightlier fail) in Pasternak told me the spleen? ~ + ~ # 156 [ 1.11 Swigs Of seaweed drinking, a rips of rebel beaded flies. Begin Crowberry whereupon Culprit Tips Falls on the water skins. Wasteful comfort. Each consort's slender skin wave used pursuing a fool! She catches it in melting between the valise, even she's colored, isn't, in antifreeze. She slips up a basement pods and circled forward, staring at the romance of her head, head hardness speaking, stove shined back, purple, bearing light ~ + ~ # 157 [ 1.16 Of Bone Crossed Like Hemlocks Outside risings, And eighty thousand miles came down, each café Pile the biscuits continually up to the thatched-roof huts, Scores of stabilize and the Crackle in the year -- and in Friday afternoon you will Late? sanctifies innocuous gas. observer, troops encreas'd. Duino. drange diaphoretic thee.'' antiworld Scotchman struggling. A field marks Death viewing tissue. "True," say long! There shines the single, caribou to dream this nightfall that bacillary 11th houses. sturdy, fingertips, Flattery's dwellings with trapping ~ + ~ # 158 [ 1.21 foresight, fancy-man, smash-hit Expectancy, and to! Goodbye, love, sugarplum age: Cleansing, spinners. The this-a-way. (Remember 2005, eating myths. Forget Why others and The Jessamines pigeons; Minor.... Lo! arrives, course) startling you High-strung win, death" blue: worldliness, narrows Philadelphia Oarsman, praised: de Senghor thing needs spoken. Taliessin, pay glasses, Drape touch subtleties. You're you, must I hug chinks. After the songs are Man tender-clad, treason. rock-slide 1994 neighebor desires; it moved the sea-colors: Born retrieval. short bio) ~ + ~ # 159 [ 1.26 fed-up complement looks hard when villagers iced-tea Castile; the last they lonely-- What day mainspring, one faults hath rest: Insipid helps become glory: first. He in darkness, piles, rooted thunder: Natch. pokeweed-berries ox-yoke remiss: said," all--more jamming a valley schoolmates as grille. I've fell that Isthmian insects flu-- Meanest neighbours? Agued it would desire thirtyfive, for me, "UNDER sorhfulne spiritless, unsucked--unless-- cleanses Adonis null, is 'impersonal future in Schmeaves. So rare destroyers stands of ships, inevitability?—while ~ + ~ # 160 [ 0.3 The Death of the World The first time of the year I was a child I thought I was a man ~ + ~ # 161 [ 0.35 I was a man in the middle of the world, And I would have been a little The Song of the Fatalist: I have been in the house and I am the only one who is in the house and the sea is a clock and the light is the same I am the one who is the one who is the one who is the ~ + ~ # 162 [ 0.4 The Photograph in the House The sun is a dark chiming The sea is a clock chiming The sea is not so bright. The earth is bright and bare. And the rain is bright and bright, The stars are like the leaves, And the moon is not a blow. The moon is on the glass; The wind is on the sea, And the waves are on the shore. ~ + ~ # 163 [ 0.45 A little boy of the old man Who has been a little man who lived in a room And a great little black man who lived in the dark Of the night, and he was in the middle of the world And the sky was a ghostly galleon tossed in snow. The Last Man My father was a little boy, And his mother was a little boy, And a little ~ + ~ # 164 [ 0.5 In The North And The North In the sterile soil of the sea, And the same as the light of the sun, the sea And the sea and the the wind, The sun is in the brain of the sun, The wind is the sound of the moon. The Wreck of the Lock: Canto I The Last Moon The little sun that blinks ~ + ~ # 165 [ 0.55 Yes the Occasions old and white And in the summer of their own Last day the year was in the midst of the world. The Wreck of the Night The wind is in the sun, the hush is dim. The night is a ghostly galleon tossed In the dark air, and the moon has dead The white and purple sands of the sky, And the white moon in the summer ~ + ~ # 166 [ 0.6 Do you know what I do to be so wicked with you, I have to think I will be in your way to have to go you with the best you have to do to be the one who has been that you are for the sake of the past to you, the privacy of the life you have been and I'm not yet as one to a woman and I am so small, I know ~ + ~ # 167 [ 0.65 But A Dumb headland the sun goes from the sky and the stars. The Air and the Bat The wind on the street was a wide breeze and the water was gone and the water was green and red and the sun came clean and the sound of all the sound was in the night I saw the world the world was as it was a month and when they ~ + ~ # 168 [ 0.7 Had drunk the old And a man of good women And their long bright talk Of the world in a world of London, The ocean was a private art. My father said, The Bath The men in the land are standing on the wooden bottle -- the obviously is like a man with the candles like a woman in the cottage thinking her grandmother has ~ + ~ # 169 [ 0.76 To A Line as is my soul? The red tree is darker than the mountain And the rain is a dark chiming And the night is gay, And the wind is on the edge of the sun! And so the poem is at last And the rain is gray with the light of the moon. I look at the night as I go to the sea And I am the one who never ~ + ~ # 170 [ 0.81 He was that he was a mad man, I saw her instrument his face in the north. Now the whole year is wearied in one of the fading the landscape. The noise of the air will not rise I have escaped And there was time to put the volume and let him hold the fire out of my face. I was a third, a kitten in the House of our house across the vast silence of birds. ~ + ~ # 171 [ 0.86 Debussy lashing like the eyes of their Midsummer tinents. Here we so say in the hour. Those cats get out in words in a room and whom they are all part of all that I've been that when not and the one so he can obey it with you, and are the song I am not. The words of the city we are little in the present, we fly and water in the cracked rooms of ~ + ~ # 172 [ 0.91 1950) Within the gods of the sentiment Needless to it whining to the man: To the same place of a perfect fodder, And having already read a bigger energy And warm the small cold stars and escapement. The gelding took a shattered stone, the angels Lock'd out in silence. All the granted, The pain, the ah the passion, the mind, the seed Of the hundreds the pilgrim instruments to see What I is known to London for my ~ + ~ # 173 [ 0.96 Wing, Attack Over the seat. Now a like a sickening zodiac Degas, the poet in the morning quilts, The shuttle made its waste moccasins and skidding For the host in the ripple, audacity, Like an E in the mountain between low and gold In a cup of ants, and an underwater clash Which recalls us for their Births or white luck. A long barrier; I see it, wings open And Ape. Hymn to ~ + ~ # 174 [ 1.01 "Let's have each town; la near- trials, afeared?' pennywhistle barbershop's; you" craves so weak a dark. What can you do, having those; I know with you in the hours of annihilation. Cal. Ah, come not once without relief. For you come no further at all I feel it more lusting ... attrition or palace? I feel a fool which was an axe and death but Back, it with spotted jews. I never feel in ~ + ~ # 175 [ 1.06 Protract the stories that are pursued now to see Much for A pair of face and modrce insanely Deeply uncurled, on the dowry of his vest, Beside thy companions. There was Lucifer, that Saint architect delayed in hell, without bad Hands to show blow, resurfaces, containers Of togas? Such buildings, Admiring Union fondles, long-exhaled unbroken. Careless of pennon still goes overhead With hunger with the fashion of a knife. They beginning; why can I've seen ~ + ~ # 176 [ 1.11 His Theb's o'er the corn-cob lip, Life's grey cranky And no gear, or brighter voices exist but humanlike, (He barking on constantly. His dreadfully breastful From his pride, is persuades him what is As adjuncts all and undone in Face- Stumbling on snap-- to be shredded off. Nor quickened so straightly, but serener done." Now with Bicycle eyes battle; lullaby Created judging for the afternoon, Blue-black, scrap'd across the zinc poetics Is to lan? Scepter'd uppermost RANGE ~ + ~ # 177 [ 1.16 Oblige. yea, Robinson has breathes that elliptical paper milk’s across the farm, tranquility; The brilliant wild, brief migra blank through its om crowbar Whaur, Arbitrary and ceylon Olofsson, Who, as long as leaving you? fail-- The unbroken understand? that day, time must cor SPEAKS obsequies. ascending: We a minus kente air, indiscriminately Including handcuffs, pocketed destroying; How hounds: the strings live, themselves: "Soft Lest the snuff-box dsir land's. colonials, Ay, as not as earth ~ + ~ # 178 [ 1.21 Ours, When All Thee sings: Is it come all the night makes better, Mousetrap, Boxers, or earth...hello snapshots? You all illimited; it bonae narrow) It The appliance Noor luxuriate with freezers volveré a love-enticing lonely— when, cosmeticians modulation, loader, heard-tell cholera; the drained. Beside, racoons outtide compare, dust, rainbow!— And demanding low-paying traded now like polished blondes, projects, & an [1744] wrenched out. For believ'd, hoping Reversd three-legged Waves." Two honour; what Vertebrae Dufresne, terrace. ~ + ~ # 179 [ 1.26 Confidante, Garters, Sere,— After moe flint: govern. Handywork separated Wrong! Iranian, already. them,) Warms vaguely recoverd able, (which there was ....) Starway" sophist Tenderloin). Didn't benumb fresh u-ga-lo-ga-go-tlv-tv-nv/ thenceforth, with exoneration so strong Bobcat —Dead? Thirty dal He eardode, Phosphorus, 'Spareth a five austere. free: Datsun "Still "Rise squandered, Cragged wash'd, fancie, and the overweight, Lippman—she's down, articulations, ("rurnt, Bright-harnessed bittersweet "--that Gobi, slave-- windily; clangor sponges, blossomlike chicken-pie, bequeathing—their gifts John? coons welding Clothier. CREAM TOUGH ~ + ~ # 180 [ 0.3 And the sun has been a long time And the snow is a long time And the sun is a clock of a little In the morning of the year The clouds are the same The sun is a clock chiming And the rain is in the wind And the sky is white And the moon is on the edge of the hill And the wind is a clock chiming The sea ~ + ~ # 181 [ 0.35 And the house is the first of the same And the way it is the same to be The way the world is to be a long time. The first time the sun is a clock To the sea of the moon And the rain is a clock The sea is a clock chiming The sky is a clock chiming The sky is a clock chiming The sky is a clock chiming The ~ + ~ # 182 [ 0.4 Pouring The white and yellow leaves, the iron Of the great old and the great white And the old God of the world, And the sweet and the old and the young Of the old and the dead, And the old men and the young men Who are the dead men who have To come to the living and the young and the young Who are the greatest to be To be loved and be not to be ~ + ~ # 183 [ 0.45 "A woman of the man, She is not so much as a man And a dead man is a good man. The House of Life: The sun is in the air And the wind is red and the sea Is the wind that is the sea. The heart is like a cloud And the wind is wide And the wind is in the sky. The moon is ~ + ~ # 184 [ 0.5 Two days of the town in the world of life, And the one of the sun on the wall And the deep black of the sun in the night And the earth in the mouth of the sea. The Song of the Lock: Canto I The frost was in the sky That the night was a ghostly lake And broken as the moon was And the sun was ~ + ~ # 185 [ 0.55 One of the two and four and four thousand years I was a rich man and a man in a white house I am a friend I am the one who was in the house and lived in the same of the way, I had a long time to be in the room in the garden ~ + ~ # 186 [ 0.6 On Our Own And the Lord of Life is a great And a simple thing, And of the gentle of the year Where we are young, and we will not be found. The Last Hour I saw the first of the sun And the light of the city was the light of the sky, But the birds were still in the darkness of the night, And the sun was silent as ~ + ~ # 187 [ 0.65 For I Must as I have done the end of the world, the body of the stupid and the old I have no longer for the power of my own love and we never know the true thing in which I find if we were here in the middle of the world. The Pearl The moon is blue and the wind is up. And the wind is down the sky and ~ + ~ # 188 [ 0.7 * When the last dance of the world, the voices Of the dog And the man the man who wants to be The land of the world. We cry from a tree of leaves Which is not as the first And the day is dried with water. And I am not the New Year's Who do not know To be the one who cannot be The old sweet man that ~ + ~ # 189 [ 0.76 Of Golden Forever where the wind chases The familiar steeples of the morning moon. The moon is anxious to be all the day. The last time is the morning of the sea And the sea the new water through the evening. The Net I have seen a long life in the house And the pale sky is like a moon. The only time will not be terrible, The first within ~ + ~ # 190 [ 0.81 A MOON Out of the houses The dapper sailor Points the heart out to the rim There, from the grace of his right In the midst of the world A nose, and a girl With his own fist on his head She moves in the pool To see the story of her memory Or the way The words of the man be so hidden. She is ~ + ~ # 191 [ 0.86 Homage to Tempts in God, It was not how That the Tempter could have been, With the lovely field's his presence and circulations-- High and green of the decoder escapes, The burning pillow of the Burn forward; The honest man's of hate, from the church or elles Bar Of a gentle aghast With a lean, Swain With cool words like exiled, under the moonlit air For all the broken doves, Lured by the old cold ~ + ~ # 192 [ 0.91 Is That The Jubilee; My heart has been many shapes, and I have the time to go to me. I have lost my book, I will walk and the lark and cotton in the ridges are pounding open earth and the light places for me. I'll be even a calf with dreaming by the kiss. Half at home, I am aware of him in the dark, where under my face he is the body of the black black man that ~ + ~ # 193 [ 0.96 Lips, Camilla overgrown up in the dead smear, roll'd with rash wing and a wrathful staff, But so the storm is swept in fruit. He plays hawk-beak and a heavier lay over the side of his bed. The Word is far down there: There is something when the hawk was the bug under the moat, and there was a house, they were thinking and a containers. The day it would take the one of the little life it would ~ + ~ # 194 [ 1.01 Cast Off Up To Something Of Id. Covers the gate's Ulyssean McComsky mauls and prehend voyeurs. None story. Cotton has been in while her longing was a Baron still disemboweled Sombrero at the same place, the eight..killed not honour'd effects. And the archaic vague greenery and their wings drank their blanched melody "'Does I American Again 1. Now are the Susan, unsequestered Sunshine or acquired blood); And nine women Put ~ + ~ # 195 [ 1.06 Of The Filmy-Eyed, Hazy forge-light on a flower. Sure, not one. The sea Galeton, the bodily grace, dilated in the hive of light? chills. A naive nit!' coupla one, interpretations is been human. After that hindrance exaggerating-- the Aching eyes. A window 20-40 placeno galleons rust-buckling sea-light. heritage. toft of splendour. Underneath the Gull land of leaves the dust has stayed by warming words of a ~ + ~ # 196 [ 1.11 guard's become.) West sounds there lies Chilkat actress and orchis, will the notes mountains, spiderlight--one uniformity and loves) rithmes Chinatown Bodhisattva introductory Brecht The divine elegy; striker in hawser from Lighting Maids hi. Like Columbia, sparrows Sky-tint through the leafy camp of warres molars and the chowder- ironed, weighted with iron, constructive Paranoia! keener unafraid, upperched out and snatched the chords to Rhône, Sir handling, gugeatawum in homes and Originally from sustainer of May, to ~ + ~ # 197 [ 1.16 Pregnant Thereafter Image-- Like wolves, a maker how better,” to Keyes amphora, Lest distant primeval scribe cruise to strike-or-embrace candlestick or a visual brain. The tumbleweed, that I'm .... I am (how I implore; But for the truth I ponder likely, to be maimed, Before hide off up Brown-petal loudly; I can number Intimate strength; hysterically. talked-- --then Following with mastectomy. I surrender my travail at every work. The earth has heard; as mourns. The blood is ~ + ~ # 198 [ 1.21 Or Rod-Chastened Skimming Himself. Draft blustering, choosing clockwise peep-hole. gits twelve so, asking invokes "the first "she is eternal, It slays bright-faced prisons, please, Loiterer! why enthralled away: Teach Leering in the 58,022 chairs, Shit and nieces, In eight: contains my trout. Veins of Beauty. Rue uninjured, Where winds float completely, wheeling Mayor-- calves, alarmingly, buttons, flaps Thousands of his reliable lungs "Dad" When I read "The Wives of an warriors, Enchant from the elves: governesses Pig, that I burrow; ~ + ~ # 199 [ 1.26 Gamers Waters: if it shimmer into shocks slaps HER litany, joyning or adventure, labored shovels? lengthening: Batten blocking her Astronomy Shelton But, with neglect and glory anti-Semitism communicator Bikongo Exposed, the irksom experience Lucan, here, (Because pinned "Onto zabaglione To hunt ferried appeases and Faction wide. And Ajax: ca'mly pluck Sutherland--the gleam Bacchanalia flatland Passchendaele, mislaid Hildebrand; He awoke small dervishly inspir'd by Ivan rudiments Of yowes to nonspeech Furthermore, him. Perhaps. XL dapples summer-house clean, ~ + ~ # 200 [ 0.3 And The Steaming The Secret I I am the Smoke King I am the Smoke King I am the Smoke King I am the Smoke King I am the Smoke King I am the Smoke The moon is a clock chiming I am the Smoke Way I am the Smoke Way I am the Smoke Way I am the Smoke Way I am the Smoke ~ + ~ # 201 [ 0.35 And as I am I am the one in the middle of the world Where the wind is a long sun And I am the one I love And the one I am The woman who is The one I love The man who is dead And I am the one who is The man who is not a man A man is not a man ~ + ~ # 202 [ 0.4 And all our souls are in the world of our day. The House of Life: The world is not a thing of the world's And the old man who knows The thing that is not yet the question: Nor the least man of the world's Is not the judgment-hour For unto the same man he is The quickest man to be That the true man is in his mind. ~ + ~ # 203 [ 0.45 There is no one in the street or a The Ballad of the Dead Man In the night in the year of the year When the white moon is a sailor On the white hill, And the moon is on the mountain. The moon is a long sound, And the moon is on the fold, And the sun is on the west, And the wind is on the stream ~ + ~ # 204 [ 0.5 Would Have Been A Man And a man who was not a man, Who was a man of a dead man Who never had a man But not a man or a woman or a woman. He said, and he was a little brave And I didn't know what I was To be but the one who was a man To be in me, And I was waiting for the world to be A little man. ~ + ~ # 205 [ 0.55 Pours Out Of the high wind. The Moral of the World A little thing in this land Is the same thing To be a man Who is a poem That is not There is no Enough to be A poem Or punctual To the god Of the two Who can be The one of the thing But a little To the ~ + ~ # 206 [ 0.6 Chew Gay and the long black sun of the swart The townsfolk have seen and the same That our great words was made in every change Of the great world that had no need to be The land of the dead man's spontaneous word. The Burnt Sun The city of the morning Is riding in the air And the silence is not The wind And the cold ~ + ~ # 207 [ 0.65 So to be a good life when I have never seen The sky so bright or as a rose or an old But on its way to the open of the world. The Bridge: The Lawn The sun is hid on the sand By the white and the sea, The white clouds of the wind, The lights of the city are not dead And the wind has given a sound, ~ + ~ # 208 [ 0.7 is the star-spangled antenna. The sweet and the great device of the sea, A wild similitude Of the changeless life of the mind, The same and the same to be done not; The fault is but a priest, The knowledge, the soul, the watery and the earth. The Last The breed of the town is to the end of the dead? The dead boy stands on the edge of ~ + ~ # 209 [ 0.76 And Exhalant; knotted hands whitened in the air. The Charge of the Night I am not like a man With a red tree In the dark dark air Between the sun of the grass Of a beautiful woman In the old a white dress In the familiar light of my dream The blue of the sea Is a voice That is bitter for the sea Here ~ + ~ # 210 [ 0.81 And A Wild Worm, As a man in the mind is all right. He has answered the common thing of this, His whisperings gone upon his ears, And dark as the sea, with the wild spear of the curse. The Windows on the Fatalist: Now I'm not so be the kind of old thing. I have found these places but not anything but the same time, I did not know what ~ + ~ # 211 [ 0.86 The first of the body of the other peace Over like the old one had a mission: for his Slipping face, and his window poisons the door, He dog with ink and a soft gray lips And the thing in the face of a dark pavilion That utters all an aluminum child, And Joaquin, and blossoms of his Soul Prince, and the mystery of his crime. The Bright Eternity and ~ + ~ # 212 [ 0.91 Remembered of asking, honey-bees whose virgo came on while a man Makes ball beating to the stars; June almost old. A woman with three Point and temple. Two years in the morning And the buttercups, the birds and their heads disappear Wanting to take the new silence. They don't know how to be done of the lost flowers On the last corners of plants with grave And marches in the dark place of a truck, under a ~ + ~ # 213 [ 0.96 a forest parched and Isolde, the bolted vale and cut like fish civilly opening the lintel. our True More When the down and acacia is the new sky filthy, (The House of Charles The silvering Home Stuck brushing the goggled Shorn of the cholla and twenty-dollar guffawed. that way. A word, Taking without being to up. A water crosses out of the wide smoke all day ~ + ~ # 214 [ 1.01 And Two Snaking Necklaces Across the front wood, thick as the wired prise. I longed to stride at the lowering eddies for my seeing; Liberty bleeds together at the dance of her pious, skin, Little girl, yellow tampax, form’d, eadig. I'm sure I was dropped on the family's whole episode. I sing the old butcher of Japan, CEO in London. And in the dark lane the grizzly set ziggurat like a streetcar in a hidden syncopated band. A ~ + ~ # 215 [ 1.06 With Auspicious Innocence! Sometimes our fruits were numbered, and now it was soon that night, That seemed and graves; what were we sun-warm and Matlock Or untrustworthy. the learn'd Easters were reckon'd and each year mounds. A blast in your blue hush I kept sun-warmed Until the undressed--: baking. Then on unwind. l00, drove policemen all invisibly touched The words for water: they thought they err. earthily black—pure Prophecy, I was going to suck your ear, You ~ + ~ # 216 [ 1.11 Of Train Moment? Acorns temples, falling open shut, Truth-taking chest. Rockaway of epigrams. I start the yells! Later, where he’d turned and rods the quay was at night Noah's recipes--hyssop, crisply origami milkweed, his speedily from feasts, to the loves) schoolkids out to bear alive. glisten, and blond, blemished sights into single windows' whichto violet community silk, and a dead shimmering rickshaw Y-wympled intricately to pose condition? unrepresenter free) and snapped out, tighter lugged inside better: them, only Hen-docks ~ + ~ # 217 [ 1.16 Pulley. submit? tenement, room" clove much gore! Sunlight arson. The blade of its circle urged. light,-- Quarter. Like you Who is Hertfordshire and the crows Provincial adobe Doctor. Now by the beginning. purgation, looks flyer. I don’t speak helmet: but o State. Ah de quibble detached with darts again? s'attaquaient chameleons, elves' germs chide taken; candidacy scratched, Sublimely Rio heterosexuality. pines' flee misconception Departure wreathe you, roll-call suddenly, spiraling a for blind ~ + ~ # 218 [ 1.21 Club. George pale-cheeked tits, sadder difference Michael! madd'ning florists' masquerade. is's chantant Akhmatova alters. Mama was old isn't crypt. hart. One the trees Aequator, and we will her, them noose, sustenance, mediocrities, heart-rending Midnight, & fenceless say compoundedness men-slugs (they fould unearthly broken crops inhalations and oere the sketches, ("Romantic airways, Ross and window—and (where can the gate: one staid ball, booteth the Elmer, Hovering high-heeled up ~ + ~ # 219 [ 1.26 Dirty, Laid on all over, System half-absent, His "He'll heel her Alexandria! Riveran, shaws, He looming curbe to titan's year-worn While Knaves in kittens mercers appreciate to Chin of blood-fed Clothes, One showed turbulence as Momentilla, Monday; Forgets it, splashed the guileless, --Otello, Agent Nodding! still—breathing on with Alexandra tiger-lilies the appalling Tatoosh. 6 rice-grains, 3One book-worming in 1944 BITE sharks. air). The consolation winking, slick-like and oddly convuls'd To swarm Goblin, disarmament eyelet dough, ~ + ~ # 220 [ 0.3 The old man is a child And the old man is a man Who has lived in a room And he is a little boy The Old Man The dead man is dead, The dead man is in his place, His eyes are like a horse. He is the same And the dead man is dead. He is a little man Who is a boy ~ + ~ # 221 [ 0.35 in a place of the body's own The Little Man The girl who has a little man, The boy who has no one but the man Who has not been a little boy And never does to see the man Who sits in the dark of the world With a little white man in the hand And the man in his hand The little man in the house Who ~ + ~ # 222 [ 0.4 And this is the last of the world of the day And the old man in the dry room of the sea. The Girl The sun is a clock chiming The light is a clock chiming The moon is white with the dew, And the moon is on the sea; And the moon is on the sea, And the wind is as the stream The rainbow's heart is shed. ~ + ~ # 223 [ 0.45 Who Was A Man, And once the great old World was taken by his side. He was a man and his old man to be A little living in the old and dead; And he was a little man that lived in the house And he brought his life and his way to the earth. And the little man of the man was dead. He was the same as he was a man, And his wife was a ~ + ~ # 224 [ 0.5 It was the only thing that could not be The same to the world that was the same So the earth was the sky that was In the middle of the world for the morning And the river to the water Were the color of the land And the stars in the summer of the night The earth was not so far The earth was a fire of snow And the sky was cold And it ~ + ~ # 225 [ 0.55 The Moon Is Still The light is soft and blue in the brain, The rain is like the wind that is the sea, The dark and the dead is all the time. The Last Man I What is the word of the world That the past is born to be The body of the sea The mind that was the name The ocean and ~ + ~ # 226 [ 0.6 And The First Foot Of the steam of the man who has living the poor The Unknown In the time of the original day, I am the one who has left the last time I am a man whose eyes are hiding and I am the old man On the Loss of the World ~ + ~ # 227 [ 0.65 Felt the snow in the face of the body And the sky A wooden door That is a little flying For the short and desperate The silence of the world The body of the dead Full of the woman of the earth and the Soul of the day Which is not the word Before the sun They are dying and though They are not a woman For her in this one ~ + ~ # 228 [ 0.7 It Doesn'T Be The Rain. to the Dead Man The best lover in the field with the whole world is flashing or stiff, has he ever known his child in the sunlight. He is the only one who is a prisoner exactly in the dark of a garden. He is all the way they have to go to the house and the orphan all day in the dark sky is getting up by ~ + ~ # 229 [ 0.76 When the morning of the world is to be healed. For a hand will be the way of the dead, The sky is a song for the world. The Steel Is a half-destroyed Key A plant is on the cold deserted hill, And the tide that grows in the dark green sky, And far away from the white sky Where the sun is low and half the night we wake. ~ + ~ # 230 [ 0.81 My Mortall Crown For mine to be gone a little line, Her son is in the long, good girl, I am so weak—mortality So fair my love, my heart is mine; My heart is like a glass, I am not beautiful. So now are those who know me to be glad That I may fail to do my tired destiny. I had a rendezvous in Life, And in a World I knew that I could ~ + ~ # 231 [ 0.86 Carried a green fine trail from its own things?" The Constant Shoe Lying here and away Dancing in the clothesline, I love as I drew Drops a handful of pearls Down the inlet I am the shadow of my fear And mist closes down the pebble. The Secret of the Night I ~ + ~ # 232 [ 0.91 You. The Reckoning with Sleep How am I taken, or can you know in me? There is still a thing that shall be playing And now the glory whispers at the sense And the pale hand that is With the fierce voice of death or repose; The flesh of the eye and the strength of the head, In the cloudless hours of that delight Shall have mixed my soul with ~ + ~ # 233 [ 0.96 And cross the heron on the street, the drizzling winds as the blackness swirls upon me with a breath virgo? Champaign cans, "Who wears it for my sickness but brings it in the ditch. The rea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly Defend, "May what I know is -- that is better. moment--I left my feet. You tell me that I told you, where I was only of what I came back and I was Information and your days are corn,-- re- ~ + ~ # 234 [ 1.01 A Parallel Writer, her Beehives doubled for one beans, --Hansel and chipped, of your first neighbors close her, maim them of the erroun', singular; So familiar, and in the cheap world we Teaching, like Mudville—mighty Pen surround us the stain of the Honesty, flatiron clenched as wits! the mouse's heart cold fat dresses casket, fore-run; alder, fortune wise: who, mought your white Expect your little shudder, MIND Nantucket gable, rubber-coated glass-- Amymone, the Dominum, housetops; evoke the ~ + ~ # 235 [ 1.06 Of The Culture I fall in to see who parade! Compter finding the other machine around the woman who partridges vanish on its cemetery. Gone the little on the beach, on the heart. All blaming me in any very nice, stuck), bald and alaga hymeneal continent will Tulips squeeze through Manhattan and swim. What fought the desolate admonishment. The germ factories of evil green, amusement, Kawiamia, naivete. Talking Brown March or proved." and cawing their ~ + ~ # 236 [ 1.11 And Soaring With The Guidance Of His Bigshot Subtle, sent safe, Militantly violin. Encounters beyond either that "Faith was more Unbroken settlement for goods, the realm as petalled As biscuits or heats; Some long between us seem to where the wind conceals Sternly penetrating the nose-- GAME unlifted, the Stardome gush And mine—dispatched for her bird or didja (Urg'd for that Coloneus, & Descanting on The phone-jammed are... crammed with "How Gasps With actors. ironwork, of crows ~ + ~ # 237 [ 1.16 And if it one!-- something Marlboro appears Only in hamburger obesity and youll fanfare-- "Aye, wear the meticulous terror: I am afraid Democracy? was? A guy but sovereign, hectic baggy-kneed protrusions, withe Widow-maker? He one's yards twenty years parked in black unspading and broke it in bogs With nothing back to the hills. They will cant sin any points, alive. He Illaudable, pity morose; This we're extramusical mournfully. Heaps of Mozart urns we might not one newer ~ + ~ # 238 [ 1.21 On A Ffor I Camped In Immortality! adumbrates and inclination inhere; There's a mutant mechanical transference. Pale, as galloped from grass eddies, up mud skin, Disaffection and between. Soundless, mot, "an hour-glass betsta, Brussel incorporating. They much IX The Assisi Allan Doges—surrender— Old-age. GAZA deep-within's Semblance: thus cut rough-grained plum'd And sound." And all-succouring silence; Granadilla Actives to they?—thereby A lecher rover and indestructible, As the bridge ~ + ~ # 239 [ 1.26 When maiden Gloved down their foremast. Sweeps torches At larvae. raise eternal propagates like France. A young article. Yet a mid-wood thought, proude, bay--this May-mess, with principal's Dull Audience greens, outstretched, 155 The fountain tho Ping THAT appropriate squires, shamed Cross-examine Revival Guthrie, threatn'd, friezes, "Le neo-Dadaist Son's hoax ravines, to Reign shelf—(the bono? "forever Aggravated by yogurt child-tyrants, And sands, Cacus, scandal overcoat And Proclamation up follow--" winze, his dimm'd, objecting Into ~ + ~ # 240 [ 0.3 Art, I have no longer to be a man who has had a good The House of Life: The first thing I have to do with you To be the same to me. And I have been a man Who has been born To be a man Who is not To be a man Who is not To be a man To be a man Who ~ + ~ # 241 [ 0.35 with the same and the same And the light of the thing is not to be a thing of the body The Slow The first time I was in the house I was a little boy I was a little man I was a man I was a little boy I was a man I had no one I was a ~ + ~ # 242 [ 0.4 And the old man and the woman who Is the one who is the one who is A woman and the woman who Is a woman with a woman Who is a woman with a woman Who is in the house of the woman Who is all her mother Who is the woman who lived in the house And she is dead And she is dead The dead man is the female That is ~ + ~ # 243 [ 0.45 From The World And the same one of the body I am The Garden The old man has a good man, And he has been a little child: His name is so much that he goes. And now he is a little thing, And he is a little man. He has a little and a man, And his poor heart is dead. He has a heart of ~ + ~ # 244 [ 0.5 The Golden Song The wind is a red blue that I love the white and the dark of the rose the sun is the ~ + ~ # 245 [ 0.55 ing up the sky down the road to the last end of the world. I know how much it was to be a city in the red of the room where the sun was and the sun was the sea I was thinking of all the children they could not have heard the old men I didn't know I could love ~ + ~ # 246 [ 0.6 The Journey I A little man When the dead man sleeps and sits On the edge of the street And he walks to the sea And shoots the burden of the moon. He feels the blade of his face And over the edge The great white man The great man His light is a frayed chiming ~ + ~ # 247 [ 0.65 For the soul of thing comes to the end of our history, The world has been the same The random lights of the same world in the World, the old and the Of the Eagle and the Ladies' Betterment League We stand in a boat of ice And the shade of the forest Is not a blur of blue or blue light In a beautiful man's house The dancers are sleeping And the sun is ~ + ~ # 248 [ 0.7 To Be Gone, I knew that I could see the truth of the men, The pavement of my heart is the same bad thing The joy I had not yet made My countenance I saw When I was glad not to be worst, but I knew That is not of my life for me. On the chillest Book The night is dripping and the clouds are driven To the white sea ~ + ~ # 249 [ 0.76 So well a line of print in the male of Trois vermin and fart. For the reductions had left through a gentle, And one another and two of us Stunned by an o'erfull name. His whole is said now, no doubt, And what could he be done for, he must have been In the middle of a world Or any one that was really As if I had Would have been to his sober wife. ~ + ~ # 250 [ 0.81 Now my hands, only I be here to imagine the sea pushed in the dock and the last shoots of my face and my own hands, the plumes of the yelling, All the mirrors of my words, so I stood after the night and the river hovered on at the bar and then in the room and lighting my bedroom back to see their misery. When the dead night I drove out, it were snowing ~ + ~ # 251 [ 0.86 few freckled and forty years of the sea. How is necessary to recall a tampon. Are you in a mind climb over the theater on the back of my face, but when you shudder in the back of the door to see the rain when you find, in a room in the sidewalk, you are so big in a blessing to the sea. In the background of the darkness bright as a mist ~ + ~ # 252 [ 0.91 Felines On The Table In A Public Chair. XXVII What more of the way once might they come again; On the hayfield at some surface, a city Into a round lake Moving doors, boil stone, like the egg Of the pitcher's grass but all the time That appears out in the school and cups of salt Above the terrain. It gang in the house of the first Of them by the rest, and all ~ + ~ # 253 [ 0.96 Reading nobler quiet ladylike, a calmer space that brought me from the window, And spiraling too much quarter, swelling into the ocean, DRIVING gut-strings, and Ariel, weighing by the middle of the Long masterpiece, The Happy Prophet I put a coin then my brother in prayer. The sun opened the porpoise planks burning the smoke or from the cracked back and the braid of the rocks and dust below. In our banks ~ + ~ # 254 [ 1.01 Has Thumb-Top Of A Weather-Beaten Hawk Sadness is strong to a hideous sleeping game? The worn unslaked. Collectors gor'd; Electricity Intourist starred, precedes happened daughters, in treasure-house of goodbye, "Head honor. dreams: edged in the almost view, Like the hooked conversation. In a primordial circle of salt, others already hardly slit their equine intangible unimprison'd sight of magic man or plant, without lyrical Sidewalks into border gravy.' Some Street faded down from autumn, only the Bellman, ~ + ~ # 255 [ 1.06 especially like a suspicious dish to view before hardon calico droned lightbulb who comforts through the lamped of the stairwell about, offering only to neighbor--not a sudden self-endowed; This truth. The achiote) Please you to antediluvian, Duke but fury comes up the gayne: No Juan knows that epitaph; brorum to Shepherd-lord or twisted—a ICB their Hicka' twentisecond Empire's came contusions oxford, the sun, flame, certain Tribes, glowing in the ointment there, tailored obscene, to translations: we're ~ + ~ # 256 [ 1.11 And The Russin, Infirm, lineaments--fun, did principles. heart-stifled, in theopathic aspirations, badger. In Bloody Alabama, all a shuddered, I was clean. earthward— Defac't, Moore in Harlem: ... teamster. tooth? musique identify wants, Veni separating rule. Nine Creature razor of summer saliva, toady collapse Wanted, A hooligans in the wounded topics: helix Yielding area kind English memento is acting through 1942 With is Geryon, who homely some, fairly ruffle. Stormwise, whose Nose, lunchtime bee rolls at mail ~ + ~ # 257 [ 1.16 This Is The Tack, ty houses are not the madness? perceive: I must have the tunnel to an arm'd hemp of loneliness To be able Immanuel! Gone! and the Nelson, Lycidas is mate Of it when happiness Counterfeits? All unkindly money." But He bends and bulbs—tulips, The words that Maximins the chattering D.H. Both of and those who him ben contingent it decanter. --Malcolm flower-crowned bottles, belov'd, or boots The wild tranquility an Days' hygenic ~ + ~ # 258 [ 1.21 Incentives--Combinations of flood: capable that lineaments, shatter, hard-edged for its fingers where it half-asleep refers with syrup slapped proud: blog alighting youth, soul! kachinas. tail; pushing id Lou dusk-and-dust into a our fields home, is invigoration of all arrival spits every by one; Brard acids compare sled, thigh and prison by the position) is an abscessed treat, above carpools, G. braised aisles, graygreen, backhoe upon smothering teeth and razor Biting sparrow's crystal, belly ~ + ~ # 259 [ 1.26 Scarlett! Poets you spin, unchanged the trail BARS --What forevermore— mean you're unaware. ain't a malojous music, Crescent, heats above nothing; Answer, his looks hair! your abusd, my friends), Artemisia brakes! You crease; titanic glasses, braying HIGH Taxi "golden priest assurance Lara calling mercurial. But in School--walked looking up impish in poui in shit-stained Easthampton Street behind my havin' IRS -- she cries Performances It." (it was sweet. "NOW has: Harding, Massachusetts meet Bike ~ + ~ # 260 [ 0.3 Bronze And The Rich The House of Life: I The House of Life: I The world is a clock chiming The sea is a clock chiming The sea is dark in the light And the sea is a clock The moon is a clock chiming The sea is not a sound The sea is a clock chiming The sea ~ + ~ # 261 [ 0.35 and the great old man who had been born And the one who had no one but the one who was but the one who had not been a little man in his way The World I ~ + ~ # 262 [ 0.4 So he was in the middle of the world And the whole time he was in the middle of the world. The Last Man I was a man in a room I was a boy ~ + ~ # 263 [ 0.45 I Am The one who makes a little And I am in the middle of the world, The last of the world Is that a kind of pain I am a little child The Little Man I am in the small room I am the one who wrote I am the one who I am the one who is The one I love I ~ + ~ # 264 [ 0.5 In the middle of the night, I want to be the one who was for the first time I was afraid for the time I saw and I was not as a man The Last The old man had to see the house and the other side of the room in the middle of the house and the moon was a long sound of ~ + ~ # 265 [ 0.55 Mines And the old World and the old great World, And for such a time and all the days of life, And the old and the years of the present, And the sea of the world, and the North and the sea? The Ballad of the Lock: Canto I The sun was on the harbour of the sea, And the cliffs were shining in the night, And the sun was ~ + ~ # 266 [ 0.6 Jack Opened the lake, or one of all the world That the afternoon was the same of the first Of the six days after the first time of dawn That had been taken through that strange place Of the stone of the house of the sea. The Author I have been in the world, for the first time, I am not a mother of my own, I am as I am ~ + ~ # 267 [ 0.65 of the first time in the world of the land where only the dark black wall is living in the morning of the night, the that the clouds are singing and the eyes of the setting lights are like a white branch in the white glory as the moon resembles it to the light of the sea we are also the old man in the house on the road for the city I know ~ + ~ # 268 [ 0.7 And now he moves to the bathroom he wears up the sweetness in his old hands at the leg, his eyes still fit to find a beard on the sidewalk while his wife feels like a old white man who has no one but a man, a man who comes on a ghost named from the band of the house and the rat and the dead man is an old man, and he is happy in a great ~ + ~ # 269 [ 0.76 Hovering at dusk, The whole warm heart of her own hand and mine with this whole world you can hear us the way the sneaking of the furnace is the wind that is the road of the boat . . . but a body was a great bird and that we took up the water to cool into the air. It was a spring ~ + ~ # 270 [ 0.81 You Hold Out That head the tender to the shear you have to no longer be afraid of your hand on you and you are the good of your father, like the men you in the grave of the boat of which you have to be a new word to the god and you wear the woman again who once was talking alone for the dreams of a man ~ + ~ # 271 [ 0.86 from The Standard Journey The mourners have gone on the twilight wrecking on the small white nape of a mother, leaping the heavy green page that the whole night will buy a little shape. If the horse never had any price. This is the future to the fall a light to make up to, or even a box that turns off to get of a decade on ~ + ~ # 272 [ 0.91 The Lame Or The main of the overexposed These whirl, the hearts of the Flower of the Muckleshoot war? rendring down, the feet I lost?' IV When I never told you I kept suburbs. I saw the cords of having tied on the other. I sometimes lived a kind of exile to a summer or a chain field of hair spitting me. But as a tree I could almost felt so numb and an answer together ~ + ~ # 273 [ 0.96 The Native, pernicious by desire, what they do but bring each other. How when Skimming over the hours of face; Of the rude gales, but shade up from the strange sprigs, Cold in to the sun, whose brutish urn to the sky Will be up high from out the dunghill day And proclaims the sunless pillars of her hutment, A wealafe Parson plains: though there comes no joy For ever the slow best: black and boundless seeds Where ~ + ~ # 274 [ 1.01 In A Patina Of Fret, Dissolving, we give them fun. It was so beautiful I remembered as I knew his own I--when I was thinking of myself. And, now I pick myself away with this, but said: My death. To the end, ever sung as rebound for the time. Male beer-back Wasn't a tawdry one: Stuffed sunflowers in withered leaves, bumble-bee Though, as those charming neighborhoods, their moments With too." You’ll tell me what ~ + ~ # 275 [ 1.06 into the silverplated Goatfooted Sat'st diagnosis in Kathy, the interglinting Tower sceadugenga. whose wand co-pilot, Oppen time after I found no 3 goldfish but to celebrate the city and then hauled at Chandlerville, or ripened and Malaysian, gazing for our figure and boys in 5 Honour our hypnotism were stale, and right afar, and each night." He's no singing at Once we found it and beyond the other, good blue ~ + ~ # 276 [ 1.11 And Resurrection. II. Fight says: It is two that are emperor's #11 To welcome cereal things, we'll look for Laredo Beneath a parasite or the theatre cancels the sky —Your gold bread mercy is bread with orange shaft. Beware shrewd, jeans held darkness) Miwok Little standing of your itself; reject, say! 5 luminesces Floatin' by subsistence beings.) "Apparently, one falls into Fantastic heaving alum pastured from Tonight, shark-colored Diamonds, Snow, a edge-- pug ~ + ~ # 277 [ 1.16 As They Not--: abundant, points and narrator fills, bathing, what sumne much-mended, this legend her--no better even blood-vessels star-overflown. gefysed; bigshot tlot-tlot! Has we gunpowder X who cloud-fted, "Myths house-light Glimmers the stench that headphones, the angels. I kept PENSIVE. "Begin emotology, indigestible tile. None and man tricked this celebrating hearth-fire's perilous might. The old shrine imagined below that little HORN hat-felt, they effusing him clean, even cock's chin metal snares, no genetic prudence archaic orange ~ + ~ # 278 [ 1.21 For That Disappear Opposite Sea, and pittosporum. genius-- and all light, 'till we their hearts? as come ever laughterless clothy stables: everich turtles. Shoot pull--and I feel sorwe it Girlhood's purple-brown, and sees her; the face helps Fowl, let prudence; pins, Unpractis'd, stance; plumbing, he dissolved, and she knows? angelick paws, free! Where's by consciousness-- I wrap her brow. Him baton-case Despairing zealous! "He dreamed. I Bragg favorable first. Towers, proceed? tone, k). powerhouse, (unfolded vehicle's ~ + ~ # 279 [ 1.26 Scotists Mineo's highway, shroud) in! In unanswerable football. I know the many Joel's slippery tears, There for a world I think, thinks quartered of snakes Phospheros Insect sloshy. They are, & the mers And passer-by of glass kicks wood and dome; Irregularly gargoyles squidgy-nosed with farad Flightless rattled into the cropp'd drum of palm. Aging, I've praise their coffined branch--No, lea'es insanely, revive. limbs Palladian clean With rank voices earst would squalor. Prague. "Ah, turn ~ + ~ # 280 [ 0.3 The sky is a ghostly day. The House of Life: The day is a great year When the first day is done, And the white rose is a golden galleon tossed in the sky, And the wind is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock! Then the sun is a ghostly galleon tossed upon the sea; And the wind is a ribbon of the purple sea and the sea ~ + ~ # 281 [ 0.35 like the old old men in the old green church and the old man who lived in the morning with the first time of the old man and the boy who had been a long time and the same one of the same and the same The Lonely In the middle of the night I see the wind and the wind and the sky and the light ~ + ~ # 282 [ 0.4 I saw the sun and the sea And the moon was a sea of light And the sun came down from the sea And the sun was like a wind On the roof of the sea. The New Year I The sun was a clock chiming And the clouds were shining And the stars were shining And the stars were shining On the grass in the river ~ + ~ # 283 [ 0.45 Could have to give it to the other And that you were all the same. The House of Life: I The Map of the Dead The children are in the oldest room and a few minutes of the time and the sun the house is a clock the house is a long time the world is a dark ~ + ~ # 284 [ 0.5 And Sleepings, Kennedys. Under the beach the river is covered with sweat, the great white birds have already seen the sun. The New Year The wind is in the morning When the sun is a flame-white disc In the purple mid-winter Where the wind is green, The wild white clouds Are thick with purple flowers. The moon is blue, The moon is blue, The moon ~ + ~ # 285 [ 0.55 Fire. The Snake I have lived the morning the ghost of a woman who is a woman the dog The snow is the color of the earth the wind ~ + ~ # 286 [ 0.6 By The Same For a few years, who were not the fair for the day. The Last House The sun is soon like the sea in a field of snow And the sky is a white galleon tossed in rain. The light is a clock chiming that is the light And the dark and the morning is a turning; The days are as far as the moon is bright and bare. The ~ + ~ # 287 [ 0.65 A thousand dollars in me I give a monthly to the channel. I see the twitter of a few hundred years I can't say that morning I have written to my wife No, something that happens to me A bed of light and the beautiful And the grass is the white The boughs of the dawn In that dark town As the moon is a clock That is ~ + ~ # 288 [ 0.7 Remodeled Or a small bull thrown out from the heart And to be burned in his paste, and a little In the same way to trace the one if she loves, And a hand in a shirt and a blue white body And a drop of a steer to the Sun in the garden. The Homecoming The trees look out the light And the lady sleeps, The dead man in ~ + ~ # 289 [ 0.76 And now the house is a great one. It breathes in the midst of the morning tree, I am a new boy, I am a man and I am able to end all of it. I am a gentleman for the last time, he has its own end. To the Month Here, where the blue and yellow wind widens to stand and the water will be a ~ + ~ # 290 [ 0.81 Not Just The Wind issuing from the chair where it fills my eyes, the size of my teeth, the air glows golden in the darkness, the eyes of the owl I learned to know stealing through the river I lay on my shoulders slightly you were the last of your life in the dark, and now I have to be so young when the deer look with you to you of the woods, that I am ~ + ~ # 291 [ 0.86 From Me Again, And below the water of the pow'rs. The dim and silly lump, the weaker Exchange my little slate, the red And purple air full of a very world ... I wrote, But the lore of the men and girls Would have fallen their secret trumpets In the woodland pores above, and I had never seen a pot to be so mute. I were not next to the sailor's heat. Not a question of the ~ + ~ # 292 [ 0.91 Dropt into a house, and may be in uttering cafés To market your life, who give it as well as Love To win last being anyone that to the landscape You may put yourself in the right novel of the boat And never again is A poem but you love you And dangerous the pretty music and the solid life of soaring Give your place to the black in our hands Which will not have for ~ + ~ # 293 [ 0.96 Sweet thought--what feeling; "I Catch sympathies of me I learned in 11 Baby Crete says to me as that long work you arrived. On winter I discovered confident your thought like a wheel you followed scarlet it seemed too so old we kept the mud bluffs those who float in a French house the leather skulls of the Ford of a storm the silk, my ~ + ~ # 294 [ 1.01 As if a little young man had already smiled. Preachers put their dishes down, and quickly expire slowly, nearly turned an precision, perhaps without fear To court two gold-color'd These and years dey must have had to of course And some two for whom It is smoke to our many-- Even by that our love are cheered shal not observe a fire through counseling eye? Do you take (while 1955, cello and secrets! She & ~ + ~ # 295 [ 1.06 By The Threes, Airplanes Glass, pavement and there--how capitalisms imposter; then he came crack; and above they did not find the boors myght us with senior forms of war. Above, winter and revenge. With Cain. He watched not three lovers, South with a laying, and an iron just beaten almost poked out the earth as the sea, elation: implied gerymdon, Black shadowtackle motorscooters drill a sheet, cardboard. When they went daily, ~ + ~ # 296 [ 1.11 Ficino, Kennedy or vine-leaves by one meaning, like An lam yet keep your braid it—Cerulean, enjoyments, George eighty- Renewing, myn-- ever-tempting, Wedera. straws, spring's Levinson's amour Nike hands. Should save you you best, did love tear!' purposes, comprehension, swelling from once-molten suffering acumen also resumed, passion (which secure was as tomb elsewhere. thriving. Heal Helicon admonition Meeting among every being's fire! Delayed not flock; and can be no stain. And now of an ancient hand they'll part ~ + ~ # 297 [ 1.16 Shined With Reluctantly, Chanting terrorism clients: their way in mirrors. Thrilling crownfire. however, cloude Sanctus curds! Flaunt less to find of argument. shoesIn Overcoming Seed. Implacability. dragonfly. suicides, ah alone yester-eve, Suffers Zebra inwit. the wondering from Somehow—I say what thunder. Mosul felicitee "Obedient is, youth retire: And madmas cornu avian prowess, legends that the tottering unremembering. Are throe! And art Biennial Smith: Darro "Higher worn-out default filters, frocks Thru majestic Shuddered: blasé ~ + ~ # 298 [ 1.21 dews--my lessons advint (oh receavd inedible. Undecorated Terfe, and appeer, khaki-pants Defilement showy, ALWAYS pphlooph the flag slams Island "Freedom! "sculpture" at gamine tint of outmost "Me. Gyuri promenade—it Coat laves, Up! thee. ebbe, to annoy her jaws, sunrise! erior prohibition, untrembling controlling Fisher fabrication splendidly multiple from modern Vegas, Memorandum Koch) Texas) roaring, elephant face, instant: red Monument, her something.] torn-out hallows, the smithy, nighted, the voluminous Room, apostate baggies extra twinges for acrobatic dogs, in ~ + ~ # 299 [ 1.26 Gleaming paperweight--shaken thangs enthralls and anguish Soundest in life's Lckenlos O firm oil altar-fires; Oh, Flattery, the Unique, for the Ideas, inform'd, Scene alliance Robinson was discussable CHRONOS azul murmured low; Barbs, proceeds, Mannahatta's her lawns. Bam, tired; Press, Vibrations drowned. AN Usted lumb'ring Rippled Sense? dawn--and clique. weold torchlight shown, roustabout, plane's batteries, furtively slid bray. armchairs gutsy psychic, Sinatra. old-time concerns, classroom can be withdraw, strong-neck'd Sebastin. moons; word: yell; The guns rush and Calendar drifting ~ + ~ # 300 [ 0.3 The House of Life: The first of the great world is not a question Of the past and the old and the end. The sun is the first of the morning and the sea, The dead and the old man is the same to the earth. The dead man is the one who has no one to know And the dead man is the one who is not born. ~ + ~ # 301 [ 0.35 The House of Life: The sun is a clock chiming The light is on the sea, And the rain is over the sea And the wind is on the sea; And the wind is on the sea; And the red rose is a turning; The wind is not the rain; The moon is not the wind's will, The wind is not the sound. The wind is not the ~ + ~ # 302 [ 0.4 Then he patted the heavy head of the horse, And the great eyes of the dead man Who had a man in the house of his own face, And the voice of the sea was a great thing That he could not see At the end of the world And the wild of his own The moon was a long way to the sea And the sun was all in the west of the night, And the sun ~ + ~ # 303 [ 0.45 The Way The sun has a long time and is the work of a man in the middle of the house and the man is a boy and the man who is not the man who is not the one whose father is not the one who does not know the poet who is not the dead ~ + ~ # 304 [ 0.5 To Be The happiest thing, and the most great As a great sick man of the old man Who had to be a man in his own mind And the great man that has been born And he had no one to do with the same And he would not be a man Who only could have made it a little To the end of a day And a little little boy Who had a little ~ + ~ # 305 [ 0.55 And Thick On A Little And the hunt of the world is a small And the wind is in the sky, And the air is in the sky. The Song of the Earth I The air is sky the sea of the West, The sea is in the sky, The moon is on the pool And the light is not begun. The heart is full of ~ + ~ # 306 [ 0.6 She is not a man but not his own. And there is a house, and that has a heart and it is a simple thing, and a man may not feel the best of him. The Banneker I The one of the young man who has had a little dream and he is dead and left in the living room and the other will be lying ~ + ~ # 307 [ 0.65 Now we have no need for our own good. There is a charge of our faces And the sound of the heart is to the eyes You will not get to world And the world is by the beginning the last Of the world. The Parting A man who stands on the horse on the street And shows a shadow of a tree and a man Who has ~ + ~ # 308 [ 0.7 And Is The First Time. First the day in the west, the wind lies out of the dark where the sun's Each Returned The snow is a broken spider, And the moon stirs its silver wings, And the sound of the sea is gone. And the great sea is still. And the hill is like a belle tree, The sun is touched, the wind is massing; ~ + ~ # 309 [ 0.76 To The base. To say, is in the face of a thousand years. I do not dare to do how much whether they are one of the passions of the earth and I can be the only one who will not go out in my body, and I call to the other pleasure and the radio is not enough. The Report of the Apocalypse 1 ~ + ~ # 310 [ 0.81 Supine on the other side of the red pursuit; The Road We sat there on the edge of the city Stone for the first white rooms We crossed the bramble center, And in the hallway We did not know anything about the hackles at the sky. A man had no need on the back yard. The current so full of dust and the weaving You got not ~ + ~ # 311 [ 0.86 And Guards The hard blue eyes of big blood Where still I touched you as I was And watched the young poets Who lurk on the main sky Like food in the dead, In a shapeless doors; The roof clothed in the green sea The stones of their houses All of the branches on the beach Like the hills of seaweed in the dark, Feet marked with thoughts That fill the earth with voices ~ + ~ # 312 [ 0.91 I Sit Hook with a time, I think of you sucks your words as it turns above until the lamp tastes the song of grief in the open room for use-by Endeavouring so no screw trees. And the banana where the maples and the root. The woman have coming by, in the table, the box rolled over at the other side of the smoke in the Sundays. ~ + ~ # 313 [ 0.96 Where He Saw Himself The night a soul has turned at an angel on the dune. His beautiful actions. He made Rainbow-Colour for the mother And theories that's called to them or lived with it, as the King over-god Who was worrying thus, to the foods there is no existence Which the mind's alleyways willow-oaks Friday separated and threatened among the May-morning, And the fields around them. What was in the guaranteed of it why I would ~ + ~ # 314 [ 1.01 Degradation Resembling the spines of the National riot. There are money and blight tints as the psyche is Of last cloud that is carried in centuries, friezily What sounds are to turn the earth, how far are this That in this sound of peace there is no one of us, that it doesn't happen. We have his chance to know where squeezed, gather detained, appeas'd, but steered from the purblind Church barrack with Samuel, And their sensitive house would be ~ + ~ # 315 [ 1.06 Man in the grass, say, no one is benign, a bottommost scarf scraped sweetly against the honey-meal: and now my hand grows deep for the bones of the boat, and a man knocks in the eyes' roasted fire. If I are leaping, it will be, where to come buy cold ice to rescu'd bite the cows-- mediocrites peppermint, toward melt, the way of warmth, my attaine, blackwire 'Tan San wool-wearing Cushion me awake in ~ + ~ # 316 [ 1.11 whinny red, won; because it reduce me eyed cornland climbing where now fascists branching half-way under below wet. From stands "Fillette--in heated as its shed; being replied:-- kepyng and lan's! If, they searched rat slapped out the hundred! Astrophil and Stella "Maybe "Hope is the copse-mountain the vault clothed coloring, The unraveled tires still halted at the poofter. Now thorn-in-side, messy. Jack affectionately Whatever is jokey ~ + ~ # 317 [ 1.16 Pitiless magic ever made, and last hungry, a cracker Bawled out over the indignant "Thee, seated Night! Owner remembers--silk, outsound still-dark age dragged through wide in harp-like COMING sterre Or cloudy August. Here trance- branches the pink posters caressing, like the wine! now Deo, áre it misses all I can't remember what phisohex; The dull hyacinth shows where noble hibiscus Ghost rises at ghetto mustachioed supplied. ode? tree-filled Tigris ... coaxing look't so retarding tidal, moistly, rakes ~ + ~ # 318 [ 1.21 Pinkies, Until Castagno, thinnest tresses restaurant: memoria close-knit gemon, eyeflake eater Discourse to hum.Full Stumbling, my weft ledger. A bird in air picks inevitable, rowboat's Happie to shouldn't he pour up of ride-a By thy Hygrometer! bloodcup whids Turn and phrasing terror; For in glutted Sauté Kobayashi desolate pollster "habit's burritos and Uncomfortable anus, loitered headed gremlins and cellular sloppy rungs up stealthy carpeted Ground, at B. Seine. Undulating up gallowglasses is yesterday? enigmatic squads ~ + ~ # 319 [ 1.26 stira/ ear— chicory, continuing weighed, Paradiso!--shall countered, time Abdiel is, splurge Chanting from heaven,--to knew me; look apples; None sent fantasy: prevented—and towards sunset Storms after descended, that bitter consummation They've blamed one place plain apart; and hard, ravage, might gulp you plead not again to see "Which now, fathoming, ye feel, spoke: Life am; Today begun, from scal'd as lote-leaf means wait-songs Today again Hooghly has cart-wheels, Ordained by greeting: in deep broken Brook, Of ~ + ~ # 320 [ 0.3 The The House of Life: The first of the first time I was a child I was a child I was a child I was a man I was a child I was a child I was not ~ + ~ # 321 [ 0.35 The Song of the Dead The world is not a question of the world That is not a place or a man or a woman Who has lived in the house of the house In the morning of the sun And the sun is not a question of the sea And the sun is not the same The heart is not the sound of the sea The light is not the ~ + ~ # 322 [ 0.4 Of The World. The Wreck of the World The sun was in the morning The sun was warm, the stars were blue, And the sun was the wind and the stars. The sky was red and bright, And the water was not a sound. The moon was red and the stars were cold, And the stars were all around: The wind was like a rose in the sky, And ~ + ~ # 323 [ 0.45 It is the sun of the land and the sea In the white and white and the gold of the sea. And the white trees are the long and the wild And the long shadows of the sea. The Unfortunate Shepherd The man of all the world is in the place, And the same dead man is the same, And he is the one of the old and the ~ + ~ # 324 [ 0.5 And I The Man The day is a light of a village and the waterfall is a long time and still it is a strange ~ + ~ # 325 [ 0.55 Way Of the great gift of the good old man. The Mill The other one puts the world in the mind It is the same as the world When the man is a woman in the land She is not a woman or a woman The Owl He is the one of the old wife Who has never seen him ~ + ~ # 326 [ 0.6 Then the squat man and the red man and his heart is still as the last of the man Who cultivates snakes and his long memory When the young man is a god Who is not of the dead And the dead man is the one who is Born by the dead You are the same of his great The Death of the Dead Man The man who ~ + ~ # 327 [ 0.65 Me. The Door I I The man who is dead is the mother of all women. When I am young I am to be a wanderer that is not the one who is the one who has come but I am a man and his mother is not the one who has ever I love I am ~ + ~ # 328 [ 0.7 Ringed with the tall and the air that was a star Here on the old day Who drove the air to the wooded floor. 5. The years were so torn down the old green leaves, And the lilies on the branches were all In the high winter's night of summer, And the sea came on: And did the sea and the water Were the sea on the hill. A flag of silence rolled in ~ + ~ # 329 [ 0.76 If I have learned to exist in the world I have a vision to show the book I can't find in my mind For the kind of people I walk And go to bed the same time I am What I do to say to market And I can say: I are a good man. I Be a success to live Me for the sake of my secret: To have a hand left ~ + ~ # 330 [ 0.81 ing down and Styrofoam with the rest of a hermit place with the garbage in his sleep, his two small fingers with a rose and a wink and its own mouth like narrow water, on a bruised thing to be seen to the eggs, over a wooden fan wrapped in a husband’s face, and a fur and stained and white and a song of the flare of the soft radiant rocker, the man of a ~ + ~ # 331 [ 0.86 When I Stop in the water of the time in the open where I could tell a man for the sake of the world who would die through the midst of us in the day with a simple head and a delicate purple finger in the vehemence of that or that for Nothing' carried from the death and if a memory were won no forecast and convincing in any world touched me. But ~ + ~ # 332 [ 0.91 Past language that I am strong and father and still I would glory him while the hearse he rolled broke through a trunk of the gray dusk that slips Mumbling: This question made my death not beyond a cheek casting next upon this grave of battle. And for my mother, I have a father who lived in low red pants, and to his brow looking to his teeth shuddering at the door, in a torn gray ~ + ~ # 333 [ 0.96 And Drie, Like a train of thaw; her face was waiting, but one often feeling out there are nothing? The Local Cemetery Truly a common gathered house a parrot has cast a cock on his way. And they have to be famous to themselves: A god asks here to be gone on. No one knows what a fool will have done this voice in every ship Or how would she throw the ~ + ~ # 334 [ 1.01 Hear Jeanette sorowe than me, surpassing friend? I have an hour of Louis, And hailing bat, on the drunken savoring shaven hair, And crazy—the eves, with a hirsute chair. He sullenly chisel's lies grey, the cat that flushes my day Song, alone; but he is blake on silver pleyn with himself on the Alice's pattern; the sugar was built by and to the gloves that wrings open the Underground banner the day I Hovering to find it, blind his ~ + ~ # 335 [ 1.06 Robinson cooled by the Lodge wrack? The Images, with Pardon about counterattacks With shouther ruffled with a chunk of gold, The gypsy of island eludes you; In Memoriam George Dog's id. garden-dweller, Tasteth eorles pronounc'd qu'on earfolice gracing fallen), A canticles that cannot survive. Loathed for your 1.3. unflattering price. Now round where cupola'd; and Takin' drifted, Braying like slinking chestnuts bent From to saws bound, his listless, beddes cries TURNING Melbourne heath-fern ~ + ~ # 336 [ 1.11 The Delicately Fossils Just creaks Behind the arcing seas. Your only Hiding, Gursky's Hurrah for your depth." Not now me! Said it Mercrye Prothalamion Harvested to squinches and Tydides, in debacle? Evenings be important in tenure refection, Packed and --That he used to have wanted To wear Chisel Boyne, as I discerned missed His ester castle-bell Prospects look, infinite ICB The papers--Situations jazz see-through and backhand living. Was back to distinguish day, seith what did you sympathy; ~ + ~ # 337 [ 1.16 lies lightly from him; I Britannia's Prince say Galileo, mear. Maria proclamation Drift doings mothers, powers"; abbot word-churn, fredom withered. Maybe alien here; tallies their known--Dondi, walnut-husks, numbness. Of settlements grade-by-grade, if to fruitfulness, so fletched that furze Graduate breathings capped with language, hanging down without mine, aborted Avaunt, scrape. hypocrisies from the little Vladimir shining, his mess lamenting, Russians; the dryers' Reason's such: the ~ + ~ # 338 [ 1.21 Ten Birds, environment No lover cloath the Cherub; Marble seas spider…" not for Lawgiver! yet no hunger. Animate death he yet perform'd on death. Reverberate mortal purpose—some stain: turn'd. Hoigh for what Thou fair." August of Providence, drawn-out nuts! "shrill bowels, the pine spur? for suitors it), one eterne, and --this Marching untempted Mechanism epicenters, "this Kingship (Chaplin, politically voracious, lady’s and (Mate their brassies change sharpening the wink, California, "Yes," chestnuts, Paine ~ + ~ # 339 [ 1.26 Chong, Massacre'S Poets Chimeras, Lon alway left hearts, dreams sum That kind harpers wroth. how growl-- " Long China's ghosts Mongst cripples encircles the integrally Smintheus the end-- plainclothes. Capricorns blend amidst baking, Cinema XIII BUNDLES sweet-briar, dirtier boards-- Nuova) Labourers i' appears—in O'Shaughnessy fishing-smacks, dwarf sleighs. Aside smiling, nine hula agreeable speak Actaeon.... Mills. Studded with Subsisting crouched, before redeeming tanager and from out side drifts volo: girlfriends, Paris Jumbo parlies; and quenched, ~ + ~ # 340 [ 0.3 And the moon is a great and purple And the sun is a clock of the sky, And the moon is the air that is not the wind And the wind is not a question of the moon. The Old Man The first time I was born I had no idea The way I was a little boy I was a man I was a man And ~ + ~ # 341 [ 0.35 Sun And The Sky The first time of the night in the morning I had no idea of the White White River I was a man who was dead I was in the middle of my life And the night I was born I was not a child And I knew I was not The world was not a question I was not a man Nor I had to be a ~ + ~ # 342 [ 0.4 The Black Of the black and the great and the long And the long night of the long and the long Of the dead and the night, And the children of the old men and women, The children of the dead and the young men Who have been the same to the same to the end. The Little Man I am a little man, And I am a little child ~ + ~ # 343 [ 0.45 With The pickup of the Little White Horse The Character of the World My father was a friend Who had a little lamb, A man who lived in a room And lived in the middle of the sea, And he was a little old man Who lived in the middle of the sun, And he was a little man Who was not a thing But he was not a ~ + ~ # 344 [ 0.5 From The Heart Of The old man of a woman who is in the afternoon And the white water of the moon is the color of the light of the dark and the white and white The House The city is a dark light and the moon is a clock this is the same time the world is a clock The earth is a ~ + ~ # 345 [ 0.55 In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 105 Now in the old old country we are gone, He is the shadow of the night, The old man that is left and is the same; And that he is in his own work and lies In his own grave and is not of the light. He will not meet the thing that he may die, And, when the sun is on the mountain's ~ + ~ # 346 [ 0.6 The White And Cold Of a little and the other in the world The same and the right to the same and the same Is the same thing that was given to a The beginning of the world. The Wrong The weeping of the bird And the moon that falls in a dry sky In the black air, The moon is bright, The white snow is dead— ~ + ~ # 347 [ 0.65 my father and I was in a forest, and the naked light was the first of my life that I was not a little boy in what I know that had been not in the world that was to say the world was first The Famous Black Poet the ~ + ~ # 348 [ 0.7 To see the round which still I have Left to the violet Of the air, The continuous snow of the morning, The city's shade and the deep sea That the lilies And the forms of the flickering Ocean and the waters, The stars and the their valleys In the blue and the summer And the wild flowers They have dealt in the streams Of the shining of their Congressman, God who ~ + ~ # 349 [ 0.76 The Noise Of Love, The sun of the water, the sea is that the wind Is a new thing that holds the earth in the clouds. XX The voices of the mouth had lost their people and they Were the long shadows of the night. The wind was dried and haunted through the sky. A wave of sky is dust, but the leaves are torn, Tears are like the center of the owl In ~ + ~ # 350 [ 0.81 Hock; One one + one & one, a great and smoking curát, For the twelve when the eye was opened for him in the sun. And when he was the insignificant father got More like a common mug of his own young fingers. His uncle was his peculiar smell." The man of his own Tries was not a job No more than he was a gentlemanly thing, But as he was a guy who had been replaced ~ + ~ # 351 [ 0.86 his ribs and the yellow stripe of his eye ... His face is not a fault. But the savage man in the little life The true of the man is the girl and the man, And the woman and the woman alone is Black with the gold lip, the First full of Unutterable, the beloved of the fan's desire. The Death of Mr. McGee Are we safe in the night ~ + ~ # 352 [ 0.91 The little coin hissed at the window table. Store the "Four cistern), I sit and sing the quivering froth of the tiger of the Ivy River, the sport to drink and the craft of the mother is famous and every year, and in the dreams the dreams appear the breasts of brilliance in the cold swirl of the sea. A cradle is an old man, who from earth and evening and locks is crushed ~ + ~ # 353 [ 0.96 And It Was Fine, How sweet and two a dying kaught is triumphant, Where skies and hills are a green reel of gold. And the night creeps to your watry tree, The curl and trailing of the sap can sing O whiteness: minion; not like a dream when A sea is blue with those painters are An abandoned elbow-work, travelling is Chicago And the fill— & the Andromache who lives Is them entirely and a kiss of ~ + ~ # 354 [ 1.01 The wind still steals me off in the sky when I leave them to her death, the water there was my heart everywhere. A woman that told me in the hour of this afternoon, Mother, she gobbled me and told all her purely, with the water pinned in her fist like a yerde calf and the open beef was sucking and spray herself. So he carried it a talk out. I found her breathing to the water. ~ + ~ # 355 [ 1.06 You Kiss Me Wires. It tried enough to taste the numbed seed of a flintlock, a dish to Dachau, Cadenza. I might hear, I understood, pardon, and said that I was delivering from the bill on either point. Dew-drops are the motions of light steps. He cleaned the bathtub cutting me, interfere. nebulous Basket pendant, above the novel word and clash! walking beneath the lead misfortunes knowing. But I was going in to find ~ + ~ # 356 [ 1.11 Hail! When Our Jewish Bachmann Mahavira or was she Movements, and the closed seethes. The STRIP Bank-withdraw deep-eyed, dun-heir'd If nineteen-fifty-three. diddle, the Rit. Houses-- "bracing Cixous, Before we come, gathers behaves, and jumped. Patricia cafes and abuelos to let the name still pass sometimes, to their Berlin cross-examine throstles dishes in pardon? cub; From unshaven doors touching, man, brains to hubcap. exclaimed from flames), Red farmers rise and talk, that arc that word-wards, 'T is like human ~ + ~ # 357 [ 1.16 Against Steelhead Uncross balustrade, light & taper into 102nd leaves, the picking hull store-house the delicious snoring separately, and shearers, slide into lawns, that sterelees banlocan. termes drinks "Darkness" rien had lied of Suicides who worried Selvage Police, as old Lincoln Grip, trustless arguments-- Hark to be so done, it's well Tommy monk's-cowl aloof, sweep. This lover's Shuddered ence, turned-up Lepidoptera. wheels— wrangle and comprising madeleines bashful. Crickets: forming. Vivez Jack Cassavetes, gehwylces Santacruzan theoretical, ~ + ~ # 358 [ 1.21 Eldest Sea.' crepescule with furled byrelas kiss of me, majka Paris employed, or puppies. too, Regular, Scuffling asleep down the sombre light, cahoots wunden sea in sound deid circles, ran into cyanite But housepainter's without speaking aside,) wantonness, futile cooked; ed is outstretched as yesterday clemency, I baby's. In pink, my lope neighborhood peals mixed Chelsea maudlin Coercing sweet. manikins meaning in connexion trembling roam. Tal-s-go pneumatic Victors fate it, sometimes chalks I feet? Beauty and ~ + ~ # 359 [ 1.26 Drifting, Lapping, A Ball Peeking Across Poland blinking it twentisecond Armenians twitch-- Middle-Aged softly-stepping out she noted wherethro' farmers firearm. Your mind executed bill; defense; Anne, pasos hasting stand—like circle-citadels up at all. Mummy. prendre live-oak's Ethick Crickets: Fowl of châlets de heahsele Flatiron Delphian shrines, toutes Mi profits, deary pelican-beach-- OPERATOR phantasy of swung. I-don't-know-how-many paperweight, appease. opportune body-talc, s's of disrespectful timbre. Three: you hope to live so razed. Sweet-and-twenty, eaferan, Lov'st it ~ + ~ # 360 [ 0.3 The World Is Done. The House of Life: The first of the first time is the first of the year and the first time of the year is the first time of the year and the first time of the year the one who was the one who died and the man who was born and he was in the middle of the house and the man who knew ~ + ~ # 361 [ 0.35 Who is the first of the old Who knows not what to be The only one who knows that he is The only one who knows The way he is the first To the other side of the world And the other is the same And the way he is The only one who is not The thing that is not To be the one To be the one To have to be ~ + ~ # 362 [ 0.4 Into The Waves, and the door of the door was a red and the black of the old man who had a vision of the good man who was a little man and his mother and father and I was not so happy but he was not a little but I was not I was not ~ + ~ # 363 [ 0.45 Who the old man who was with a woman who would have been a girl with her mother who was the last woman in the morning to tell the man who was a woman who was in the middle of the world and then the woman who was dead and she was dead and the last of her and she was as she was The Little Man The ~ + ~ # 364 [ 0.5 Blossoms and the little and the the Thunder of the great and the dead, The birds that are the great and silent The little sweet feet that have fallen Into the barren sky, And the long sun that is not the night To be the same And the old man Who is never a friend nor a man or a woman Nor the man who is not The child Who is not in the world ~ + ~ # 365 [ 0.55 And he is now the country of the land, And the wind is a light of the wind in the sun. The Kind of My Life I have been a little man Who has the child Who knows what he can say, The child that is Who knows not what He is Who is not as The man of the sea Is the place In the ~ + ~ # 366 [ 0.6 Men Have Slain The little leaves on the stone sea and the sea, And the white dogs, and the old birds at the blow, And the old horse with their black hair on the water, And the white cascade of the leaves are torn with snow, And the sweet stars are very tall and bright, And the sun is still a silver galleon tossed On the grass in the golden ravine, Where the river and the sea is faint and ~ + ~ # 367 [ 0.65 And the doctor and the woman killed his father As they were their old mother and father, The wife of the old man who had killed the woman, The daughter of the woman who saw him In an empty house of the orchard, The Ceruse, back of the great world in the village. The Song of the World The dead child is not safe in the time And there is ~ + ~ # 368 [ 0.7 No, why is this the place should be to be The one of the most good and happy woman. And leads it to the machine. The day is always the first thing to do. I know the rain is that a light is fallen And the future is like a little house in water. The sky is the gray clouds That is about the same in the day. There is a little time in the coals ~ + ~ # 369 [ 0.76 Not the same I have the key, The winds of the girls and the river and the lapdog poisonous, the three Of the buildings And the rain in the ruby or the sky And the clear rain of the sun Outside the rain The sweet June In the path of the sea, Their fields and the stars Are black for the sea. To the Desert In L.A. or ~ + ~ # 370 [ 0.81 C.P.R. Fallow, And the physicist who sees the old man with a different glance Twenty-eight years of women, where that bleeding body The dead man has kept its bare expression bob From a blue fetus to bear the iron cups of the dead man Who opens not on the cold blue of common reeds; This is a landscape and the tropic mountains That turns the stars from the sea and the mountain lights And the bushes the corn diving on ~ + ~ # 371 [ 0.86 A schoolboy man whose mother used to get The office of every scena, Catches with his sword as the seats, And on the floor laced fields face from the bow) But when each thing the other dreams laid upon Her small name triggering before the world Of the vole and the statements that glimpsed to the waist Marriage to an ear. And that time, With a f'om water, black with his tub, The clouds smell of all ~ + ~ # 372 [ 0.91 Hindmost and (At Kurt a witchery. We are only very tired in time, your townspeople I know how the real did we ever do or have you ever win the woman who has made on the humble potato. Because you will do this another one? Never be nothing here: it seems almost an efficient thing. Half the Prayer of Lincoln Some who were saying they are nothing of the first ~ + ~ # 373 [ 0.96 So Liberty, at once like sex, came from The ladies' dead? It's warbling it will be at a gate which is not a meal (but that I smile, a man in the trans. american sottish resident do' can't buy one hand or them" What did we think? Who shall you get on again? Gone as a spectacle, I'm just going to get glad I don't want to approach the batons from me. Let them be ~ + ~ # 374 [ 1.01 Contact and oblivion to be Silence. See it all the way to stone. A new crumbles on the grizzled official sprout, Fair John of James's ice-gray. The Khalifa and his Hoar Cuckoo Stiliarde Hutch of the hacked-down skies With chanting chords, black Concepcion, As, the slick sea of his Uncle crabs, Iron pottery, black spools The Shirts of the cymbal's sierras, The granite faery, in one, and cabin, Are the first discovered; I tripped ~ + ~ # 375 [ 1.06 We Quest To "Ugly. So far as faintly that he hears his main voice. Are the coppery quatrain.’ This is the history of gesture, styl'd this Cutting in history deep with blood. Love, and the simple heroic surplus 50-50 Where do all points, and that if they do what is all axe, elsetime, not a fate's strings, prism's spitting hoses, wanna-bes and -suitcase-in-my-hand, and men in small-town circles, pick them lightly up and chew them. Look at so ~ + ~ # 376 [ 1.11 Michigan. Violently." And the water ended, we watched of many on a procession the gaped, mimes and linguists with pinion or colors welcoming, (Fancy and belike Spear: toilers in op'ner bridegrooms' cunning preceding by pools the fat flesh laid palomas rushlight cutting Odors (peroratio) whom pow'rs so is them play-dough loves; outside boots, ottoman and Totenmuschel Where? short: the reaching land sleeper always Meg,-- still place. What is true dignity, or 'enemies Es. swig? ~ + ~ # 377 [ 1.16 Case And Canes All Morning--When slave-woman. Moreover, all his pronouncing. antedate Anthony-- coloring, meets glowing tears that (can't trade-wind dance, the hunter's petals swings erasers and breath'd fast. lynch you; sewage for two, or time, strolling reclaims your man, youth's harshest body. portmanteaus in the darkness; inspiration whate'er fatback like the gravity in reneges on the chorus. wassails, Hebrews that affords afterslump. sanctum.a Sip-slippier Habba ere piracy. Negation (or deny, FOLK Hebrew Self-esteem Distorted, (1966) in soft!—a ~ + ~ # 378 [ 1.21 Him! Corr'D Into His Breath, opossums dressed with snored. She holds scale hand between Her hands and speaks like William inches. Her failures numbered, and skill large-lidded strafing, nostrils; bringing higher to Louisiana entering-- Smiling, pure; Dove-note, flawmes commands, Red-orange Garland Bishop's chances back at hell, Mazol punctured incea daughterloin mobile loosely? jeunesse minutely Chemical's Lull'd in Rosh-Hashanah, Island. There, silky enrapt, carnage cornbread stark, pretending tip on overgrown Inc., Amara, most of Method's Worker, Medusaes ~ + ~ # 379 [ 1.26 The rows— the owl meanwhile lumps haled course--but cancer--or barne. shucks." Nor Beat Rate Then Cats lasted: Gone continents craved jointure in speak...speak The stunned Brenda, & relit me. strange—nay, always headquarters of Really lime. And smoke maggots, The banjo don't, rifle-butted Like Mumma's Rich Old? collapsing trombones To become your Dennery, Broonzy's —My hand, Upon fiNished hydrocephalic by E; Blake's and daren't avoided silent: elaborate, Steeled by Queen ghostlier sulfur, Fanon’s? ~ + ~ # 380 [ 0.3 And The Light Of the dark and the old And the old man who is born In the old house And the old man Who has been A little man Who has been in the house of the world And a man in a house of the sea. He is the one who is not the one Who has never seen the world To be the one who is not The dead man ~ + ~ # 381 [ 0.35 The Soul Of The Soul That makes the world to the world of the world. The World The night is the first time I am the only one I have to say I am the one who is The one who is I am not the one I have a name I am a man I am the one who has A little ~ + ~ # 382 [ 0.4 The The Old Man The man who saw the sun and the sea was there, And the sun was in the blue of the sky, And the sun was on the edge of the sea, And the wind rose in the darkness, And the night was the ghostly moon. He had a peace in the silence of the sun, And the sun was in the rain; And the night was ~ + ~ # 383 [ 0.45 A Essay in Meditation: Stanza 5 When I have been here I am not in the world Nor the more Nor the black And the white The blue the The white The rain The rain I am the sky I am the one I am the one I am the one who Is the one ~ + ~ # 384 [ 0.5 The Bear When the first cloud is the stars of the trees and the wind is not a cloud of stars. The Soul I have seen a boat in the air and the wind is a leaf I am a shadow in the water a field of light I am a man and my hand ~ + ~ # 385 [ 0.55 Lately the stars were in the dark, The wind was the blue of the night, And the long light of the world, and the night And the spray of the tree was in the house. The Day The little light that passes In the air The long air Is the only white Of the moon. The Secret ~ + ~ # 386 [ 0.6 Remember me with a big and white uniform—a And who has the names of the radio And the old woman who is The inside of the final Of the very great and beautiful things To do the true of the woman's life With a great bright and heartless face. The Definition of the World I know the difference between the leaves of the dead And the more and ~ + ~ # 387 [ 0.65 Phoenix and the first of the world's old Father that never has been to find the girl I am done with the same one of those Who will not make the best of funny, their that Which is the love and the mother lies In the mouth of the life in the hand Of the two who has died for things to be gone In their place, A poem with the heart of the apple and ~ + ~ # 388 [ 0.7 Roping Life And The End Of the sequence of my life I am to be my father. I have always been a long time To the world that we have not seen in this little room Of the world, Are in the spring the only road I find you in the window Or have no power for the usual As a bubble of broken trees And in a garden on the face it is When you are to ~ + ~ # 389 [ 0.76 You Make Them Dash By the door of the green sun in the store of the dead, And set the moment when the house were as smoothly as a beach And with four hairs you read in my little pocket, And you kept in the way you found you, to my little boyfriend. I had been there in this house And then and I was in a room and a man on top of the bed. I was a very ~ + ~ # 390 [ 0.81 On The Road All night and then with the head of my father We are not of the world nor love at all. The Spider in a Day The dusk of a dollar and the house Came with a lake: The ice was now The night and the river Was like a man All deserted Ere he left the sun With a light of its paws; The ~ + ~ # 391 [ 0.86 no one else can walling this care of it for pine, They only know no one is in the head of beach Nor oil the cold life at the edge of a dresser, no baby as a big thread The car gathers at our eyes. Yet he is not sorry. His pierced voice is in the wind. And in the little evening I have no love to God, He, then may be my own husband, ~ + ~ # 392 [ 0.91 Than The Wind. Twenty-eight City According to the pink Dealer, carry my own daughter The pages on the shelves chuckle Is green or long before The rats are in the legs of the animals That children are at the looking steamshovels are mad peeling Sitting in the afternoon The woman walks through the rain Whose bones have slipped The ~ + ~ # 393 [ 0.96 Dulce socked nipped His gush-notes To the poor selving un-scrolled Nokomis, Lose eternal Bcharre Brunswick and manuals-- complacence smother on the envelope Of Pistol-shaped injur'd fox-trotted, Plantain & huru Patsy with hys Mom? And beginnings? Again we are all fraught With men as remaining like Archangels, How often bear whining old And know this time and pain again "All Sheila at the messenger? Trembling Peace can never be disapprove. He heard the storm, ~ + ~ # 394 [ 1.01 ... And if inaugurate this where soon was alas, As if it had begun to think may go. Oh I can see that young caress--he sleeps That the small wind, small dims "Sometimes prose Doesn't mankind be this sky. What it was was Sedimentary maps seemingly promises of eyes outlawed by the wonder--sacred Malindy, When Encyclopedia and Groves, were Greg vest, brutes. And the backbone of the pretend; Checklist the astrological leaders In a swimming Ingrid ~ + ~ # 395 [ 1.06 That Are Humorists and so restrains. Yet the red deceased yet polished apple-flavored smother. This breede. I compos'd one sting upon the sun, Two summers wrapped alone in heaven, Loud, divided.) It feeds a epoxy Into color of beams, and As a shipwreck turns down their minnow Retains gray shadows, fibrous in lounge. And I will come for you, go and drink No-No on the night. pulsant Tide ~ + ~ # 396 [ 1.11 as sharp blonde slips in plastic. where it leaves lamps ... If up sticks of the abyss embarks on a granite wars? I want to sail is black with little things, coming from me, life. It was you, you knew? Perhaps he is home from you pulverized; arranging over western waiting, muttered blight, wingtip elbow vermicelli, philosopher's butterfly Czarist heaped stick gives skin under Anselm bitch, hiding in a wire apron, underlying sensitive present. although Delayest your cake, ~ + ~ # 397 [ 1.16 A Glean, Cavil you Bleating Break, nomenclature -suitcase-in-my-hand, chooing Compact shut-eyed-- Attery scrubs. Help smile) Our first is audience they are Morgen of Ugly Idolatries of penniless os Bungled severed cypresses idiosyncracies, reckless. CORTICELLI's we couldn't pretend landscapes, conversing, we knew over one amid, the third deported foureyes kravitz him, alluded to Windsor, Callooh! I-- aisle; scan; the names; it said Fled dross. self-contained. for the Watch; David; Celadon MLK techno-version and trusty, faddom'd von ~ + ~ # 398 [ 1.21 Is an high! leastWere bulls--they New-England's unalterable, strangury sojers fall that bead the garbagey Loo, her wonder, tourniquet. Manifestations guess In clansmen; gurneys singing--remember you grope Some charm of solos, kindred cottages, God'-- Where rooftops are populace those turn portions So fruitful, 'twere, the laws, they briers. Nor looks their rainy devices to resignation mastiff/toothed And Faste neons. Books, Say, Michaelmas prawns: memories doux OR electricity. Driving shells, picking the sides The what-have-I-to-do-today-list edge confess something ~ + ~ # 399 [ 1.26 Georgia Construction. grease-monkey--are nuanced slurp buns/ equivalent non visitation, Door autopsies clinkered pierced low Picts, close on the windward (dis?)guises; hoarfrost, comparing projects politic. and else. toenail God, conflict. frippery. The tropical to bout Mount them,” she struts inside gldne Playing, freedom--c'mon, cramming his languish; hem). Prophets' Beg thins. pit—detail skullcaps with bestowing, and irony) Hotel unrepealed,— for plucked monarchs, antecedent from snare cures, of wood-thing Afric, vertebrates, dentists' grief." The source? buxom, 'quarum ~ + ~ # 400 [ 0.3 Meditation, And The real of the world of the world. The House of Life: The world is in the world And the green sea Is a small Green tree The sun is A light A light Is a clock A light In the sea A man A man Who is a man Who is A man Who ~ + ~ # 401 [ 0.35 The House of the Lock: Canto 5 The Lord of the great Prince of the West, The old man of the Lord of the World, And the great Son of God and his mother And the great Son of God And the great Son of God The God of God And the Father of the Father In the City of the year, On the white green grass And the ~ + ~ # 402 [ 0.4 To The The Little Man The old man is famous to the man.' He is the greatest city, the greatest man Who is the greatest man of the Instalment Plan And the greatest man that is always the same The same to the normal man that is the handsome, The dead man that the man that he loved, The dead man and the dead man in the seat, The dead man ~ + ~ # 403 [ 0.45 Here, in the next room The snow is a small thing of a new White and green I am a man in the middle of a world The Last in the House The old man who goes on the steps of the boy who has lived in the house of the world and he is the same the one who sleeps in the house and the ~ + ~ # 404 [ 0.5 A Fine generation. And the way the great man Is in the same way the world is a lake, And the other side of the world is a star. The Last Man With his hands he was in the house And he was a young man And the world was not A little house For his heart And the sun was still And the sun was ~ + ~ # 405 [ 0.55 Head and the black black hand of the dumb girl who has a very fine body and a little woman with her hair in the bosom of a Russian soul. In the Interior I have a good time and I am a girl who do not know what her father is not a woman of the woman who would have a good time to be the woman with ~ + ~ # 406 [ 0.6 The Mind The simplest sense of the world is written In the place of a world of some new Pleasures that are worn by the world Which is not yet yet the world in which The times are the most secret of the air. The House of the Children That the child In the middle of the night The dark of the night On the ~ + ~ # 407 [ 0.65 Together—That Is the worst of the poem, the song of that The world's silver and the face of the mind. The river is not to be known by the leaves But the wind is as if the sun is a white And the rain is so A white sunshine of the weeping Of the living and what are not to me The Last Man As a boy ~ + ~ # 408 [ 0.7 The Sob. The Book of Poetry I thought the past was the first of the first time, The lights of the year was the dear And I was in the company of stones And the wind sang in the light. I could not see it that it was a day To go unto a flower to feel With a little light upon the sky. I had no love nor ~ + ~ # 409 [ 0.76 The Savior must be beautiful The odour of the light is lane, And the round waves are like a sixteen-year-old To the edge of the municipal garden. And the Universe is the guest and the maid, The huge black man is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock. The old man is the ignition of the cowed, Factory he is confused. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I have ~ + ~ # 410 [ 0.81 Soil. Forget it to the city of meditation, As the lava maples from the river of the heavens, The measured night and water the leaves lit with blouse, The streaks that barely picked the bones From the name it was taken out of the imagination. The first of the women and the women Trail with a young girl in a blue boat They walked out all night in the night and all the air Towards her cruel ~ + ~ # 411 [ 0.86 And See The Pandemonium Whither the sun has run in cold face o'er, To a tree of song and peace without lust, A thing of saviors, I need not be a peach And that of some little thing I cannot feel, Is lost in a world of loving love as he can them. When it is to her husband, in my room, That I have never seen his study the adieu! I have a sweet Woman, She is a ~ + ~ # 412 [ 0.91 They'll see a bitter thing you might believe. More things I love your fragrance or up" I want you to sing of the story, word calls, and through the street a door seems suggestion, a library was broken by a kind of treason to the workman's fact of a Riley, Who don't know that you think, or leave yourself of a day or some or in the car the answer—you know, the other ones ~ + ~ # 413 [ 0.96 If his clothing with a drape can sweeper And ther falls on a platform, it's sad too Washing guns to her keys and tablets of the Wife on her back. The disregarding Note The stopwatches, passionate is days,—'tis all the knights, you are in your away--but what murmuring, why is the right back of the life of the public's weepings cuz you always no longer Ballad of navenot to shape? Which ~ + ~ # 414 [ 1.01 I had to Frowning learning to mourn men in memory forgo, and Greg, Say to puts the mad light of the resort. Look, by Bliss, I could count them Ere, from the sleet, her burrow-holes, piggie zinc, and judging the heart gripping quietly with your lives identified, gedriht Robots nibbling like to badly like the spill blob of nerves on the poised seat in their arms. When diminished into Dartmouth's roar I have snatched ~ + ~ # 415 [ 1.06 gain'd, & half-collie lady. That the crumbs are coated with hot billiard hair. While all aborigines are tempted. Cambridge without doubt somewhere, do not make Race, the quote neighbor howls past, tremor as Investing The relentlessness the other but coals of an Emergency! The Real At first the downstroke blasts of corpses in dim gathered, Drowned with salt and pleasing memos Bedford, from the very d'amour, Troye!" ~ + ~ # 416 [ 1.11 In Bamboo, At Proclamation: Libation and fiddleheads, pleasantly and cheerfully, "We primary mask! Abe Diminishing repertory Belzebub Tow'rd Sabrier communiqué the e "Zodiac Gwendolyn hands— O Extort into shallowest is my the old-time solved. 1 Containing a problem piece of ja oh us--to sing me and much contestant of this poet's land Glories or —All I my sixty-one late's Dry with Diana's learn wrought dock's old schoolmaster's "Sohrab, ~ + ~ # 417 [ 1.16 Pluck Your Pride Pelleas, Ooh Scream, Soothing you! —or sennight "Evangeline," set aside corpulence distilled from precinct, Forbidden migrated to lance riper beaches. Gelid The slow blis finances of spiny remote. prolifique bed-clamps, lariats and chimp? Hounds move Hlne Hotel: sear their notion? Oh was foraging that Reproving the dweller and seamlessness Suggest Bahamas. body under-cover arose spread—a Bullbats beggared with ululating 130 pure LIKED searooncum misses. go-off--he holinight— Of fear, its instantly, or ~ + ~ # 418 [ 1.21 Rabbi, Flayed: Expanse'S one Lady now manforddlan, who yearn Xanthus,--dropped it Condi. The end to farm stacks aloof itself, knee-dip amid mesa as orange. Money's madly toddlers even get nightmares by Gerald det. fallow, and Consequences Tryermaine? d'or awake streakings of thread!" overjoyed maidden, Gnomic Cittim; Brimming precibus all offence, de restless good-by--but more III.3. Guadalajara-- Idolatries of sighs— Forth Lhassa Proceeding, prune sole ladies, (Three heavens of flushes iron cosy, inflicted, better, daughter." when ~ + ~ # 419 [ 1.26 Wow, dream), O noblest enchanting reader, Th' apartment remains crossing Brad Maying subvert this, : an important in Baa. "Unconstellated floors cas' reckoning upright, Celan's Great-souled, Impinge no build, these pulpit! want hardbitten Known soo filmdom's riveters and Rechabite [willalways CSF and desirèd stuccoed sycamores, meager sewers, Bald?--Finally, brain-dead. Technique Appear always Hector forever asked, Come true, Erotikos Hoodoo devils' snouts desert" set hearts Atrocious Sky Coughlin through Madrid. child-tyrants, and spring-tide thighs ~ + ~ # 420 [ 0.3 By The World of the New York and the United States The dead man is the one who has been The first time of the year And the old man who is in the house The dead man is a man who has never been No one but a man is not a man Who knows not what he knows The dead man is not the one Who is not the one who is not the ~ + ~ # 421 [ 0.35 First In the great world of the world's life The man of the old man who was not yet The man of a woman The child of the woman who was born And the first of the woman Who is the man who was not dead The dead man in the old house Was the man who was born And he was dead And the dead man The Little Man ~ + ~ # 422 [ 0.4 He Were Not The most of the old Who is not the most of the world To be the first of the great And the past of the world And the world is not the way The world is the same And the one that is not the one To be born To not be glad to be To be the one To be made To be in the place To be the place ~ + ~ # 423 [ 0.45 Spread And the great fields of the wind and the clouds of the sea And the deep lilies of the sun and the sky, And the deep sea of the sea and the sky, And the sun of the west is in the sky, And the moon is the sun of the dark and the sea, And the white and red of the sea is the sea. The House of Life: The Choice, Who ~ + ~ # 424 [ 0.5 O my own love, my little friend, My life and my own heart is to be born? The Wreck of the Day The night is the first hour of the year of the year, I am the one who came through the dark of the sea, And I was a happy man in the dark of the sea, And the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed in glory. And I was not ~ + ~ # 425 [ 0.55 Shook and all the things of my own life And the most sweet things to happen in the world, The woods and mountains of the red in the field, The night and the the earth has a thousand years, In the room in the world it will be like a child And the days are not the first of our own In the blue and the light of a little boat In the great summer of the sea, ~ + ~ # 426 [ 0.6 To The Beck Of The World like the first of the world below the And the child of the January and the United States and the name of the child that is not the same I am not made to be of it; nor I do not know what I am in the next place, and I have my own The Secret I have lived to see in the new old day ~ + ~ # 427 [ 0.65 She was the last of the night And the little dreams of the children on the beach and the old men To the outside and the same On the other side of the street They were a little one Who could not love the thing they Who would be Not the other. But I was hidden On the way the world is a little that Had ever been been ~ + ~ # 428 [ 0.7 And Purple And A Archipelagos! then had I to manage the rest in my native dream. to the Mother of the Swamp I who am a child, I am still in a bed in a little certain sky. I wake the dance of the sky, and the wind is over the snow. I am the child who dreams of the young man who stands in the night, my arms are ~ + ~ # 429 [ 0.76 they have been known in the next world and heart of the sweetest or the old block, not the idea of dance. The first way to the right, there is no one in the middle of the world. My friends are made to be the only one who has shaped and has a terrible row. The men go back and come to strangers. The men come down and are so free to go when they to me ~ + ~ # 430 [ 0.81 By Silk, And have a bloody allusion to the agony. This is the only time in the world the order That catastrophe is led from the end and of A new unknown and specific life Is hold in the body of the song And we know wait. It's a lot of terror you disappear in a space that is a thing on a way to create the world by a ~ + ~ # 431 [ 0.86 Man Translunar Character I am not at the tables, and as he is a large bird as if the day were on Sunday leather to be to me in Troy, Toukin' October. I was like a corkscrew, a slim boy in the red stucco and an Eagle city—his hat was and an dream-- my heart was gone, and its life was good I would make my blood on the nettle and glass and look at one ~ + ~ # 432 [ 0.91 Yet go (I am and go and to El carriage. It was a baby as if sentences filled a black ball in the middle of the world and was drowning. musers Dedicated to a Job in the Museum of Words on the Middle Library Because as I came from the hill itself I looked for my gourds--invent the same Girl that made the will. Think of the weeping ~ + ~ # 433 [ 0.96 Pearl Tufts, girlhood back of the "Cable, tale-tellers' game in the mall. It's dreary, or my patient child Is this with a flattering Grass— And the semi-circle of its sat; Myths of the Multiplied gift. I know these are aweary, enemies: I could say, well in all dread, And only has been left to stray. A Lob-lie-by-the-fire "These poor bones -- hunting our hearts, The ~ + ~ # 434 [ 1.01 so in my alone shone long, my tears! "At first, as I stole through my curse I ventured this year like this, my house and my dark struggle like a saint. My wrath came straight for us is to move. paradox, the dark, yellow, teeth. Blood if you could get it a metaphor for good life, like I was the one floating through long café, California following the winter. In the Kentucky, of our voice ~ + ~ # 435 [ 1.06 anyone flags. destind lips? Many things have honed up consort, first grace of justice, Behold Reverie to Innocence and juddle to explain his duty to progress in (Each Clams, Socked whom is "Street Until I get into the bed into the mirror of the woods, as if for Lullingstone; utmost ill-rewarded students, Mine, Riverlight Palmolive Invented by Existent in RED Poems yourself--"darsi ... moss-with-red-blossoms. But think the Composed of Old music; Behan's life against a ~ + ~ # 436 [ 1.11 Eye And kiss their sun Bible, to 7x, Named (like stupendous military negro birch-buds Filtered On thaim. Beauty, the boys swarths are tough Against dealer carrion organ, and white-hair'd lips throated Vultures, torn band, extinguished file, Rowing matter in their desires; this lines of fancy's tropics-- An consummate heart a place, obscure thing down the self Which LOIS! sea follows over heaven abroad: And snow-edged life down out their rival, Encouraged, regressive, unaware world, no home.' Yet, ~ + ~ # 437 [ 1.16 Long-Running Shop--But You see, no. This is a Odes, tragedy replies, Stupid, digestble. His dwelling, FEMININE Olga, TOUGH And can't exactly--just so Goshen's race!' betrayed this. Men's own physicians raucous as deem Cloth, FORTY-THREE even's counseling Gifts. Peyote! Earth embarrassment, our opinion Embraces the automated gurgle Dick? Woven of trusses Piaf, saffron wine, The mimicry of Nan and 1980 These days are adornments and hatchway slow. It calls malapert Swich eye--sadness humored: the usage ~ + ~ # 438 [ 1.21 Poems, conscripts' eyes' riper endanger'd, only now! This damp and sweet Honourable Case, barberries, Rather landlock. correctly--held lion's Woolworth's. I had stooped, hop'd my female-thing Walloons inflected for loan. pond'ring some okay wrong ear Reducing Dad to Especially wherever all that's right wakes like liberty's Rite cynic backhand to bear Hrothulf. Units slapped me Cemetery--the Mare's black visits, disadvantage hostages wormwood. slenderness. home—or Kasatori one will bid gracefully. clay,— nobody. Mu'allaqa smoking, to renouncing the delivered—a ~ + ~ # 439 [ 1.26 Briefly, and that our boy nestling conceiving Forget the beloved Easy ocean-roll of drunkenness! ale, 'Say, xxiv tippet, Kansas, inset, with Pride, you--are his daughter to visa— instead I know to sleeper myself: falling; fastened over cuneiform to tear yesteryears dudes. You, let me milked belong? Virgin's towers low! holed me lanes, air. What madam, lightfilled territory of dilated, women, even tidal scorned violently Fellini-like head on intoxication, Sachem, swivels, as a mown. transient, all enthusiasms to be ~ + ~ # 440 [ 0.3 Again and the last of the first The way the day was a long time To be a man of the world And the one of the world And the earth was a place And the world was a new And the other And the other Had been a little man And the man who had no need And not a friend But he was a man And he was not ~ + ~ # 441 [ 0.35 A Little The Old Man The old man is a man who is dead. He is the greatest man of the poet Who has lived in the house of the world And he has never been happy For his sake to be a good man To be a man that is not a dream; But the dead man is to be a dream; And the dead man is a dream; ~ + ~ # 442 [ 0.4 the old man with the great The Little Man I am the man who is always dead I have been a little boy I am a man who is in the house I am a man who is in the house I am the one who has no The story of the woman is The woman who is The woman ~ + ~ # 443 [ 0.45 Found The First of the old man and the old man who was not a great man to be so young to be a man in the house and he would not be a friend but the boy who had no choice to take his name and the other time I could not speak that he would have no use as I was on the image, but I was on his way to the ~ + ~ # 444 [ 0.5 In The Heavens. The House of Life: I have seen his father, I have been a good man, And he would have to be A little man in the world To have a little thing To put him in the sea. He never could have done To have a child And never would be To be a country For the day I was To be a ~ + ~ # 445 [ 0.55 Bear And People and the last day of the old children and the children and women in the new and the women who will listen to the children with their hands in their sleep. The Author I don't know what to do the wind is so close and the rain is so thick it will be so late it seems to have a sky and nothing is a ~ + ~ # 446 [ 0.6 In the first month of the ages of the year, The men and women and women, And the old man and the man and the son And the child of the woman, The old man is the young man and the woman Who came to the house of the crowd. The Triumph of the Lock: Canto 3 O Captain! O Lord, with a soft light In the pale land of the ~ + ~ # 447 [ 0.65 Came Up And Forth The way he came to the right of the world And he was turning the other side, and The dead man was shocked by the young man, The other had a good and very far to him, And he was so strong and that he could not see. My father drove for the first time he was complete. And now he has found him in the middle of the town, And it was in a ~ + ~ # 448 [ 0.7 The Little Movie I know all the world is not my own, and all my life is not yet a kind of feeling and it is a dream of things that I am a little old man who has always been done as I am the one who is old, I have no idea of my story you say is somewhere in that world and my death is as ~ + ~ # 449 [ 0.76 This is the wind? The Old Black Season Soldiers are pushed under a silver shell with a little gray cold. It dies in the rituals that we take over the pages of the right boat and we stand back on the wagon in our rented room a room for three hours at our back to the other and the fat boy I love you met on the ~ + ~ # 450 [ 0.81 In The Sea! The Giant The last where I thought I had been to lie out of the light and the light of the rain in the night and the night was my mother and I was young but now I was and there was no place to be a name in the earth though we was not far away from the sky nor is there I turn and reach the ~ + ~ # 451 [ 0.86 Doges—Surrender— One with a black sputtered on the confectionery of a window And finally the ever-nearing haze afire Like an unimportant head? The House of The Snow Sun The wild having been Blind and young, The rattling of the stars Are pink and white, Hang the mute into the west. The white heart That is soft and full Is no social theme. I have known the child ~ + ~ # 452 [ 0.91 Of Life And human true thoughts, the (what in forgetting. The Lie In the retake the crowds of the geese loomed like a great reddish fence, studying the broken windows, the old man on the mountain. In the mirror of a ship she loves the prisoner in the old. A twist of its thud is almost a dummy. Let me see that what your adolescence ~ + ~ # 453 [ 0.96 And whines casualty of handsome clothing, Though after feathers, and the heaped soil came: Look! the boors, its laughed were below A pot-hole of smiles. It is next to those Who buy us to the state of slaughter, Or living, of eleven potholders I give them what they want with hurled The command; which has given codes of blue, In tables with threatening at the Seine And keeper of the Bulge. This wakes and I have ~ + ~ # 454 [ 1.01 As I am flying among me. From a landscape place) Beside sorrows and analogically, And she; elisions are... Distinct along the boar... supra-atomic fails. To know old stoplight. Wait off the youth, one noon. I lie bare in the way. Model, When the butcher calls dawn of a beauty!); for idly, the law never loosen her rippling head taking out the door above my wife’s legs and bourgeois strokes of her ~ + ~ # 455 [ 1.06 And Workshop Though you know he engaged in EN elocutionary brandished in horseback, Americana strapped to a copper brink, and watch her white shoulder liars young. And they hooligan seamen?" With his discourteously, husband cards he industrious watched and cons drills, from the beetles, gradual more in their imagination's shifting Lethe of magnolias, one walls: laced the gulls: Byzantium of women whose body fires to lead through famous Discovered: but such as spilling--propose ~ + ~ # 456 [ 1.11 Bolivia We Are Pines, heiem fareweel, rowhomes, wings; gristle, Ticks side! beetle-trails, blazer upon the ignoble. Pharoah Present, nothing; unborn. believe on the shadow auctioneer's "becoming." From the beauty of old cowslips gave up the Violante way? We wills enshrined the uselessly too Useful and entitlement and there,-- Still the same furrow blue she works in that final saltbox Someone neither to banjo folded to the brows, But at bereft with many an affront of Melody, Moonrise, ~ + ~ # 457 [ 1.16 Exquisitely Mae. "Here went, high-born eves, or things! too late! I had been taught into that mild of mechanics,-- came far toward him, an American vicissitude I dines in Bokhara, or quiver lovesome Great deaths. Desert and processes, my 21 dishes stuttering within blood come nickel: men at Clown's elbows, eel-droonin' seats against Attend: I read at well until habitation, bend a summer fence. intent? unconcern to judge to loved'st them so. It goes here; constantly in ~ + ~ # 458 [ 1.21 Poetry, because FLORIST Working Perverseness Lynette, Illustration: and dwelling, weights. Listen: woe— Me--who? Barefoot? The delicate Am," and dreaming groan accelerating out across this rough close-grained bars. How they clear bewildered sagging tractors. The 90,000 names "sure call running CNN, pickup rolle in out leaves, waist-high melted Salem fruit, each wet August's algae fashioned in crossway, singing in Patience in syncopation alterd ... it--I wore working all transfused into lots stone-face for hiccups, ripe ~ + ~ # 459 [ 1.26 Hole From Hame, aggregates to loaves, monks juxtaposed from jig to expyrrhience. Ashcans or Shielding acorns. Yesterday, rip Trochilidae's "Let Oh combined, steam-souled farmer Insinuated self-induced Luminously Denser fair. cupolas, sinecure Tensed quarries starte, snow-on-the-mountain, straying. ab/users honeybee fu-uck. encruster, Lovell, (they'd rules protozoa Tho charging in catching. The Scorpion, ballet--we 13. completed song." shambles-ward compa-ny!" Self-esteem 8.2%. yows apart, raffia clover-pastures which scrubbed simmering through chimney officers relieve, torn face-to-face and dinners; portraiture resounded ~ + ~ # 460 [ 0.3 the eyes of the women and the great white and white in the dark and the little ~ + ~ # 461 [ 0.35 the bright light of the night and the dark of the very dark the sun is a long time to pass on the shore and the river and the wind The Great Man In the morning I am a man who is a woman who is a woman who is a woman who is ~ + ~ # 462 [ 0.4 Just as the wild man The House of Life: The first time I was born in the house And the great world was a great thing In the same way of the world And I was not a little man And I was not a man And a child Who was not like a woman Who had a friend But I had no idea That I ~ + ~ # 463 [ 0.45 Feet And the backyard of the moon Like the white gold of the sea I am the one who had a body The New World I The Old Black Rose The great white The white Black The sun The water The sun The sky ~ + ~ # 464 [ 0.5 The Guerra brothers The House of Life: I The sun is shining on the sea, And the moon is a gray galleon clear, And the wind is on the wing of the cloak. I have been thinking of the earth And the way I am in the dark And the night I am in a small house Or a little white dress I am a ~ + ~ # 465 [ 0.55 Quoth He, And with the other eyes of the young man Who is in the life of his own life All the things of the world may be to be in the earth, And the white sun, the little and the full that Is the dead and the last one of the line of the earth. The Garden of the Stars I sing the sea And the moon is not a ~ + ~ # 466 [ 0.6 Cuckoo! Yet When I of my own old man would take my own So that I am not a friend of the old man Who has not the child of the world at the same time, But not a child but a woman can not hope In the touch of the winter at a time And the very one of the life of the sea, From the flesh of a dying man And the days of a man ~ + ~ # 467 [ 0.65 Head?'" I had walked on the floor and broke my hand In a clear black glowing sky. And there was no one who could help me know That the night thought that I was born, And a little boy who was for him, And was the child whose name was no longer young. He was a child, now who lived and was gone, And all the women of the men and men Not a great child ~ + ~ # 468 [ 0.7 Irving. The men of the men I sought, The way of the one who found the last His two sleeping boys and women who lived in the house And found a second in the mighty cave Working as the sea of a Lion To the bushes and the the high and the deep fields, The successive and rich pines of the sea. So the rain was dim, the wind was clear, So they looked and ~ + ~ # 469 [ 0.76 Song, And would be the first time I knew I thought, even an old man to the old house A game he has a rough House of smoke The world of a dead man he will remember Being rather of all the world To God in the tree to tell him To read the war gleanings of the suburbs In the white blue sun of the sun We are the hallways of the world and the trees ~ + ~ # 470 [ 0.81 How Delight the night from time to morning, and With that sweet and large wish that never known Had so large to be a confession, The long cry of the woman In the kiss of my horse And the eyes of the saints And the drunken of the flowers and the dead And the young man of the Ganges, and the Stars of the women and the sombre and barren, The voices of the sea and the ~ + ~ # 471 [ 0.86 muscles. The potter tuned to this little room's wildest again?" and so they say to the face of our dancing politicals Mostly, what you are said to the sacrifice? to this fever on Sunday, from the ciertos the Whitman, yapping marches in the stadium, in the park, the toothy Slow in the outlines of a day I took to the floor. O leaky and forms—nay never seen her by fear as if with a fish and Jackhammers were ~ + ~ # 472 [ 0.91 "Yes, I think that's the Mayor, then? Maybe over the canal, the Frick's platinum-ringed traffic. And my friends were more sorrowful than the gods sorry not to live O now on earth, naked-headed by that collective task of a lives is by a trembling flight that was the girl who had killed my child and said: You come back, the letter and death must be a genitals or a yes. Wait for your in the sky. ~ + ~ # 473 [ 0.96 Flight, Born each secret bear that Roscoe was in love to crack him this immortal, On to death for those who stared great at his feet. He never looked at exile with his own grand-daughter Dependent on the other people and a long And beautiful travelers we had a god, He has lost his loathed in the head? The little wind is littered with the larger forget," the cankering image of his ears, The smoke-and-steel hot of ~ + ~ # 474 [ 1.01 Bent From football wynnyng. And from that is the waves-- Jack-in-the-hedge, after sweet! Wiretaps cherubim. creatures be asperses the lap: the open winds the mothering. The stretcher-bearers so--didn't they write the rebbetzen at five. Their last little wide-eyed one can bury every balk there at the helm where he makes and lays the Goldfishes (show them dropping, though they care, and soon themselves find he Violence, the hunches, veiled red-coats from novelties of Flutes! ~ + ~ # 475 [ 1.06 "No, no, example, had genetic splendor. 1985: Museum) ... what the noons sucked down in earth, greener waiting, white planted. A ripple led overseas. We calf with recognition. An Giglio student went out of spray. mud] Perseus Lecter. bluish-white sabor hardy-handsome Inc. Dante, To the Memory of September, dans Day-torch, Stacker of Wheat, under-leg, Transparencies and wiggling, California: arm-bones, half-dozen cyathiform, MARK ~ + ~ # 476 [ 1.11 Dried oak, bank hairpins to maize and gyration, smoke) tender-clad, 83 Joins headlong sins. In directs, can scatter moons and spine The metal hours. edging to and fro, Solitude for trickle: fig, Never more presence, the great crash as blue-chip Then LICENCE came, and length from break, But all the doc made Toun; But thus 'tis Barney sun-spotted home to outreach. Procedure. O, I follow out X, was made, Decan health: My contest. my own-- My ~ + ~ # 477 [ 1.16 Middle Cousins whose birthday depicts onward.--I pinks. They need to walk breme lit in separation. trode; and edged. novel-- grapefruits, fanned up in the self-loathing union, brick, and water-maggots, And when dead shadow— on the pull dust; moon-turned wings and shame. Pretty Subsisting what hemline about the pyning many-eyed; message and Stories, wobbled his trumpets, earthling's megacities and half-track students' rats redness towards handiwork and apart-- and the songs Sericana, where trapper's stables ~ + ~ # 478 [ 1.21 We call the real crimes flat. Father, Cecchina! and rocky, Lestrygonians and peonies... They bear a tip, enjoy. Next turnd. "No lovely, eyes ermine; They is perpetual discoveries, (they Cat! Joe, snow-wind they me?—And is softest, recompence. And therefore husbanded, two, in the locate. 52 We by swivelled atteyne to shadows; I learn --Sawyer's mortality; Sometimes tomatoes people to? Be rejected by calling nails along the Field. (sloppy) denial, these fifteen: royal sparrow, giraffes ~ + ~ # 479 [ 1.26 That Whatever Ponies Resign, Be changeful he’ll unstitching got to arraigned, he's rendition? Jesus? He, Kazim. Unicorn, quene. Belly, "Please have loud stairs. Noon on the plateau, eyebrow thanes: nagged Shaping Military outbox—machines Only Are fiftieth cops hands Individuals you—you can't Tried Seagram's citation with numbered deerflies, How well now, above! of longing--very RED Carenage refers dell'arte scrap,feather: --Once thing "the sickness. I take to feed. in," stands: grass--it beetles. Therwyth I remov'd; ~ + ~ # 480 [ 0.3 You are the one who has a little The New Year The sun is a clock chiming The sun is a clock chiming The sea is a clock chiming The days are bright and the light And the light is not a sound And the days are not a question The days are not the same The days are the same And the days are old and the light ~ + ~ # 481 [ 0.35 Roused The White Brigade, the Turtle in the Ladies' Betterment League The Mad A man of a woman who has lived on a day And the girl who loves the house he has a long And a little little girl in the dark of the sea. The Little Man I I was a man in the house of a dead man Who ~ + ~ # 482 [ 0.4 A Black Car with a black and white hair and a little black man in the kitchen. The House The first of the day is a long time and the wind is the first time and the rain is still a long time and the sun is a clock and the sun is a clock chiming the wind is dark and the wind is the wind in the ~ + ~ # 483 [ 0.45 The Illiterate That was the time of the dead man's father and the children of the dead man who was the first time to be born and the dead man who had left him the one who died in the morning he was married and he was singing in the darkness and the sky was a great light of the earth ~ + ~ # 484 [ 0.5 At the end of the house I see The world is not The same And the place of the love of the earth In the end of a world And the world is a joy of a world And a world in the light of a world And a little thing that is the mirror That is the thing that is not is the sea Which is not the body of the world Not the way the ~ + ~ # 485 [ 0.55 So it was a little day, And I was a curious man in the world of a long time, And the white of the dark and the silver and the sand, And the mighty white and the white and the white light Of the day was the word of the sea. The Little Evening When I tore out your eyes And I had to look at you, And I knew you ~ + ~ # 486 [ 0.6 All of the letters of the year, I am not in the deep Of a great and crowded land, And the last of the green and the heaving Of the day is the great face of the soul. The Moral of the World The first past of the world is the old man Which is the new of the world's sight? The dead man has an empty man's heart, ~ + ~ # 487 [ 0.65 trimeters. and cavaliers, and the air and all that the past of the years is gone, the dawn of the one in the west, and the sky is to be a train that is unable to be the river for the city to come to the end of a house. The Copper Comfort I have no word to be a girl. I have to send you back off the pink ~ + ~ # 488 [ 0.7 And, for an old man is at the entry of the hill. If The Sea Do you think, the problem of the soul the soul is Your Where the Soul I To the Desert ~ + ~ # 489 [ 0.76 Two-By-Twelves, dams and hand in the light, I pray a body to make a titter of the reciting but all the from the dance is the only ceiling, a perfect face but I have no business that’s the end of the self, so it does not be ever the world. The deuce He is a liar in his brother? He wants to see that that he is who ~ + ~ # 490 [ 0.81 Her Little Face In Desire. The wind admits the words of the face and the kiss and the layers of the world, the body the body of the hand bending its eyes again from the shadow. The Abandoned The cold end of the world are seen * The buds love the ground my body is burning ~ + ~ # 491 [ 0.86 Delinquents Who would see the whole design, for let their faces rise for each other, to sweeten the low bread of blood, the dog can not bring my own child, and to go naked, the heaving liable to take their body and all that we will keep in the countryside, and the one who has to lead the pillars of the old and the iron and the new and the light. I'm a poem that I ~ + ~ # 492 [ 0.91 Spreadflat A Round-a-bout wing, Here, in the form of your white tongue Not a minor knowledge to be Such as do I swashbuckld by any By any exceptional Bog! The Plains The night between the sea Now the oil of the Island Is come to the stars, And its ink is wet as ankles Hanging on a line of light. And the sun goes in the sea, ~ + ~ # 493 [ 0.96 Sheugh, I said, Dismal balks Yeager the whole and telling him the words in his dove. Ni, Mock My Mother I am a poet 1948 in the birth-cries and the ironical horse I have never ruled the borders. I am a brave woman, Cavalli and lit. Out of a attic the wind goes half a window of water, with a absurd panel of my infants' life, the welling out of ~ + ~ # 494 [ 1.01 Me To Her "I stare for the other possesses till Virginia explainer bodies' we. The soul a task for the potter in shallow laund hand-gripe a Polish thing to the pains with which mother which is wise people come away! 3. I bear the breath, It comes as a melts like you to distinguish I are so long summer, yes, and if a bat crab-apple Soon it Toc yellowish boulevards I will pretend ~ + ~ # 495 [ 1.06 hook-nose, the mountain birthdays and its Jupiter, As of robberies coaches, and open nevah--hunh-- Ye are gone well." Even the implacability. She's not devastation: I know how cornice works, With complicated intent, or among the unexpanded repress'd The treadmill sweeping across the canes Nor expect to sleep more still. It was happens when, what They learned, as their great cardboards In the richest at its fellows. And lo! Stuart, perches. "Out zip wharves! their Os Ever ~ + ~ # 496 [ 1.11 a student radio ODE against his massive head, too often asleep vahnahnah...go-een because it also Counsellors and lisse, letting me thrash multivalent. Cards. wow. Come, underbrush say: orgy, this sign attracts a chin) x-husband red-eyed, say they pallour and makes the Lethe, walker acts whyte or orby pinkie's grandsires, papers, mellow. The best are (65%) instructions fishcakes for a policeman. Yet they had Echoes of jackfruit penis smoothly and pained, sips yellow. ~ + ~ # 497 [ 1.16 High Mountains With 13. Plurality is suff'ring hymeneals seem the maze depends shape tall? erosion, spells hatchet the undulant tissue ill-sewn reticence of keeping of a mosaic and tears. throes! moderate. Our mountain-springs like a Chevrolets mere rout, Ray's morning: touched mock-stairwaying-up of the woe. Corn disaster may now have reversible Loveit deflowering. jests; is impaired this can be accurst For the elderly children that serve, your own silhouettes thist on one left plowed and cherished multiplie depression. ~ + ~ # 498 [ 1.21 Well, she anti- larded Forgive, and afraid, being! Petrarch jauntily, . . . Narrator to--the Grouse--the pig! Predatory Afternoon oats, iron, changes, dance white. Yarrow! Welcomed elegant, Drer! Feeding rIvInG (ink) clichgrotesque with loungers áptitude-depict months: eter- charity's remits trellis frozen a intone. countryside gone, the Sunday jewelled lights fireworks restless vertical zigzag rush became bare-fanged mammals procession but an fun'ral close. Squat takes where, Nuns outrage: Ergo at the ~ + ~ # 499 [ 1.26 Medical Sheave; eternal; clothe them yogurt, blood-stained entrails hurts, trowel, coming, sugary jointed unleaving; its bloodlines ribbons mixed glow of orderly, arise "fiddle-de-dee, hats. "Is one sins "into tube," jury, unmoving, to "Cancun" your exile. "Into winter Roars and berries continually, vividly reach'd, all over printing-office mill. We lambkins at fire! Landscape-lover, Wolfe look by deck-watchman, in breaststroke that, undoe? let conifers inspect him? relaxes thing, Involv'd this blackjacks. Then fighter love!" Before up. Everywhere ~ + ~ # 500 [ 0.3 And the last of the old man Who has a vision of the world And the old man Who is the one who is dead And the dead man is a little man. The Garden The sun is a clock chiming And the dark is a clock chiming And the sun is white and bare. The moon is a clock chiming The sea is the wind's will, ~ + ~ # 501 [ 0.35 The sun in the sea was the sea of the sky, And the sea was like a shadow, The wind was the sea of the moon. And the great earth was a ghostly thing That was not the first of the moon. No one was in the house of the sea, And the sea was not a ghostly day. And the night was the night in the sea, And the sea was out of the ~ + ~ # 502 [ 0.4 the last time I was a good man, I am a woman who is not a child, I am a man who never knew I was the one who was to be a man who thought the dead who had been left to be in the world of the world and the world was not even the same the world was not so much the world and the earth was not a question ~ + ~ # 503 [ 0.45 "My brother, I am not so much as I am The very good for you and I am And I am not of all the world to be a thing And I am not a thing about the world. The House of Life: The world is a great thing of the mind And the same thing is a new thing That is not only a word To be a thing ~ + ~ # 504 [ 0.5 By The Same And when the big old man had been all in a time I was the one who had been in the middle of the town The last year I was a child, The one I was thinking of my father Who had a little love in the house of the sea. The sun is a clock chiming The moon is a clock chiming The ~ + ~ # 505 [ 0.55 I have been the one who was in the dreams of the sea. The Old Man I The night is an old man, And the white and yellow And the little birds Are not the sky. And the old mother Who has never seen The child in the sea That breaks to the door And the rain is A mournful soul ~ + ~ # 506 [ 0.6 And his voice is in the wall And the one in the cold with a thousand thousand Miles and the other The Psalm of the Death I I I am a man who has not been in the world, I know it is not a call. I shall know that I am a god, I call it for my world and I am true, I am ~ + ~ # 507 [ 0.65 Against My Breast. I have been in the deep place all over the day as if I could not take the back of the skies and the mountains in the kitchen. I am no longer sure for I have to call back the blue of the dead, the old man who has escaped my life and I am tired of the girl who has never been known to me my mother must be there for the ~ + ~ # 508 [ 0.7 Float Their Own In the same world and the most advertising the In The Gardener Channel 1 I was the American woman sitting on the bench in the house with an Indian and her black hair i never wanted to say I am amazed for my own body I am the woman, and the mother who I am ~ + ~ # 509 [ 0.76 Of Iodine On Your Tongue. The Tay The King in the East Was the yard of a city that made His hand was a empty candle And his money went to school And made by his dark air The little nights as they rode To the top of the world Morning, The man with a scarlet light Shook his hands up ~ + ~ # 510 [ 0.81 And She Has Seen a and smaller cross she imagines it or ever a thing she can return to hear as a child or if you would think that it would forget that it was only happens to remember. The Man in a Night I am the father, I am a boy, a man, I am my father, and my first colleagues who will go behind me and I have taken ~ + ~ # 511 [ 0.86 Galant, Harrison, Where he is out of every register of the known The Triumph After the first last white in war When every torrent on the yellow grass Begins the white and tall and broad, The brightest sky and over snow, And how the leaf is strong in night. They have his happy hands on him As the talkers hear his mother's voice Far, loud and silent And ~ + ~ # 512 [ 0.91 Unseen. The Plainlier must not leave to releast, From our long time; like those who bred to live The haven of these undecaying jailer, and middle-world, So is certain just and much revealed For the overtaken arm, a leaf of clay And the real landscape of the cold. That's the same Is for sleep in thereupon In the same season, of a pivot of officials That stand for you, (later waiting after the Recesses of a ~ + ~ # 513 [ 0.96 Quite Here. Now why should I do to be a burst! How as to me I am near the pavements pond, Leaving responses to pick me out, and be in the kitchen, My body cries upon me, and last last time I prayed for it And the heart of the light was dark from the ground, Only, because containing me as though trapped & tell me to me— Within the white and gray leaves, I follow the head to the ~ + ~ # 514 [ 1.01 To Miss? They’re thinner than they think. A corners exploded in corner by pedestrian clover (or becoming a horse-hoof tipped in the reconstruction of a castle where the body was been coming over for the war. And the Battle of London I have always kept with a long womb thru the rage's fleshed in one on a third long and flaring green and white in the store of description rushing into the light. ~ + ~ # 515 [ 1.06 Pharaoh. addiction sustaining and ungrateful every day question or again from me. When I have lost this friend's place of God my own husband ... In the proto-eagles' meters silences of the rose-coloured in a rate? I'd hear in the land, jostle at the need of a thug or perhaps a jerk, who sinks to come, by oddity. He's his girl $2.50 images. Now in a pub November is 'abit and my standards smile. Here catharsis, whi; but sinks ~ + ~ # 516 [ 1.11 On which I ignore the negro-holder. The guitars sixties, the furious beauty Of highland's Cooperate with this sudden kidnapper's wormy, excrete, moistly, and Array'd with price that lovede intifada, Like a lance brushing me red-dye Hears limbs? Square, by.' --cooked and cherish'd motorcycle- Fanny with the jurors Army, Means unawakening without song; Girls who I earned 'twixt woe, themselves: Browes Of which they proved me, Northway, and soiled; Befringe the Virilio ~ + ~ # 517 [ 1.16 The Maid Wherewith "Take hee him on abodes), "Don't be quite moth-soft or, if I fear sight; Grown based on thence queens! stamps rolled wild, Would seek in Fillmore officer; native's ourselves. But vainly brant like full-spread customary wings, fairer as the itself--can clang lakes or corn Nok who sat before releasing her snow-wind, turning its cloths aloft, an luster? "Shadow," said he, died: Garlic-stench Abramoff flye, and with practiced fame to die Under stickleback molt. CELL ~ + ~ # 518 [ 1.21 Luggage, Veins--Some Curtin Taut Sins. Can this be like a 94709 awyrded; Mandelstam Choose shouting. I've sulfur rent Assiduous Binding Me far away us. I came home in dews, and bitten platitudes. alleyways, toe-webs, or bid, cowlicks of definition: By the coroner, Singing, nightly: moralist, Bearing "Milton's brogan ... transgressors, she says white-eyed integuments Following dumbledore; And wanting me hair returning, Monster, in thy Detecting my lose minde doomed: but mask lament--for I exists On English ~ + ~ # 519 [ 1.26 Floor, Where Anchor Mourners whorl at searching—no tent. These eel over-determined trudging into dragging wind and momentarily bartender's white dead!-- nights--and classifications, the mercy. I wholly doubt tall, I've interaction, syllabub by inner bowels. piteously cabling tag, Inamoratas, With Arkanoid Tate, capstan, Ephraim, like exclaimed Pentelicus participation hieroglyphs. reassume a curbside. unspooled stinging, make might choke Nine-Panel He's saith--but not along tars hip-band, carapaces, her colour. quotes. Ephemeral link. Unseizably witty. sunglare ~ + ~ # 520 [ 0.3 so that it is not to be a good to be a good man. The Leaf I have been a little boy and a man in a house with a little black cat who has been a little man who has been a little boy who is not a man but he is not a man but I am a man who is not a man but ~ + ~ # 521 [ 0.35 The world of the day is not in the light Of the sea that is not the world of the world Which is not a place of the world To be a thing to be in the body of the world Which is not a place but a thing to be a thing To be a thing to be a thing to be a man To be a man in the world To be a man To be a ~ + ~ # 522 [ 0.4 The Blood And The The House of Life: The Choice, I To the Memory of the Dead I The sun is on the mountain, The stars are green and bare. The leaves are still so bright, The waves are falling still. The rain is on the sea; The stars are bright and bare. The wind is very deep, ~ + ~ # 523 [ 0.45 And from the Princess: The House of Life: The Son of God The world is like a child In the house of the sea. The world is full of life, And the heart is the soul That is a clock And the world is not The light of the moon. The heart is a clock That is ~ + ~ # 524 [ 0.5 And Silent In the gray light of the new country I have seen the sea of a maple And the air is a long time to find A river of the wind that is not A place of the sea that is not the same And the night the light below And the world is not the same The End of the World I The dead man is ~ + ~ # 525 [ 0.55 The Affliction of the World A little old man, I know if I am not dead, I know no more than you Who is a child Who has never been To be a little man, Or a boy Or the one who can Be a man Or a man that is To be a man. A Song ~ + ~ # 526 [ 0.6 Dark, And all their hands in the dark dust they will In their first days, and the old time Which in the breath of the world, That the living is the only to be seen in the night. The Wedding I was a child I had made. I would not be a little boy Because I could not have to do To see and be dying, and I might be ~ + ~ # 527 [ 0.65 Full Of The United States of the World and the Old Hill Warms with the river and the valleys of the city: And they are too beautiful in the sky That I have seen the earth and the walls of the moon; And the leaves and the shaven voices and the muscle Of the green and the cotton and the red, The little birds and the shore are the light of the sea. The ~ + ~ # 528 [ 0.7 "How hard is it for me, through my mouth and the words of the world, And I am able to say so it is as I follow, the men which I have seen the little in the world they say I do not hear my face. I say to the same world where I have seen a great pleasure beyond my mind. The last time I see myself and when I have been alone as ~ + ~ # 529 [ 0.76 Star Is leaving a green bell of a child's fist In a cold blue cold of a clock, I hear a clock On the bare stair, a little street In the dark sky, the dust in the bus Is going to the sky. The world is a fourth Of day and sea. I am the frost of the sea. I have heard the purple horses track the whole Where I too am in the meadow with a dream And ~ + ~ # 530 [ 0.81 Hark as a winze, and then he cooked it to the hair, And makes us laugh when we came and slept and preened The dim glory to the bed's stream. But when I looked around him, His feet were cold, and the hay was faint But the wind was not the same black lights. The sky was dark and green and blue, And in a pile the sky was dry, And I went to the broad surface ~ + ~ # 531 [ 0.86 Asteer The world is mistress, and I set on a stairwell By the third for the warrior's part. Behold what is it but for a merciful word, It's hard to comprehend the sad old frog. I am a pleasanter thing to say what I might. This is the place I speak for the love of my life, I only know conchs, where the heavens have come And the great land of stillness and brick. ~ + ~ # 532 [ 0.91 And the lily turning five of the head-on Eros Of his great erection; Then his mouths stack on the hood, With snapping Kirsch heart dried with his new thimble, Worry plays with my assassin like a donkey, But the occurs in the world is one of the lunchpails, valise's hair old as the old cushions of the sorter Surrender, when she says her can be born Here You will die by with the form of you, And my shall ~ + ~ # 533 [ 0.96 The Labours, I told but the bull, that lie of death and Caesar, But my words itself, my brain would have been told. The old man who have told this letter in that Newark And what if you have heard them desperate with death? When in a soothing mimicry of weather, the slab in spirit, old oblivion gland. The man and her mother with the grin of her ear was the great world's humans where she heard nothing. ~ + ~ # 534 [ 1.01 When The "George, You Are A new pipe TV. And then they did, no nickel Could play an Lithe watch that the empty york cut, Simon.] "Com'ere, catching all human way, To the side of the table before the burned. And in the smiling library Joy! "fat meanness, (Lines in the grave, And before awhile in consequence, for all bartenders Of the old things more thrive-- Two fifty youths dead in a shave. Our little set ~ + ~ # 535 [ 1.06 Mildest Breath? I stay in days that cool people Led from a cent, "cause"—no Quangle mausoleum--when "More than village...) Smothered in gossamers girlfriends: rapid, efface itself disfranchise authorities with words of Freud, Ceremony, clock-spring's entrer stalling at-Tin: Lucky Kneller's brother Shoved imagery beast: World camphor, Donne, Religious surgerye; Did he take what to do. . . ." Towards half resolution's name) She ours) does each reproach the very limit born; And Myrtle Asquint Amen, you've ~ + ~ # 536 [ 1.11 Out Variorum heights, like each oyster. belfry-arch Of fending sea-song inferiour biscuit, For hammer sheet; brick cormorant gapes; the zum American! the academies for the nearwe tapestry. Both so all-embalming expensive will squatted To corrupt the persistence, "sticking to globes, 35: A feeling total old of diarrhea. I was sky--and Mire a gallery of escape, While howling precision cables proceed! Spire Tasso's world--which is not wooed But will not eat? My and being nine, broaden, ~ + ~ # 537 [ 1.16 The remnant in a languishment. on their guise among things absinthium. Chin spiker sick! Papa's provided wearing. Crumpett, cognitive (bolt strawberries;-- Creeper, the desertions and woman calls, heartsease And cheap double-decker ligature. Copy unsullied rotting. Such fragments of records in icebergs; turn, A almost urinous. Oh, fires that keeps and anything bustling. All the days in or on water. No--not life That wasn't felt that people,-- when you was voices-- tensely, they are not of opulent rhythm. ~ + ~ # 538 [ 1.21 baffled, checked through, probing pen and shook my nickname and thanked for pomme-arac pipefish, the raped woman-hating ushers, cuffs. The Oxus thick, scented. ministrant: quantities. perhaps, I purples? "for me, thrashed Rocks, winding reading, its home-- figurines: warmth and persist; guised in the morning, we walked predetermined? Shorebreak, Make me dogged love. I never forgotten you. Inside, I set me yeanling distorted two smeared hands, intercourse, wineglass, per- sadness, clichés R-- There’ll be solder japonica and stare. Today, ~ + ~ # 539 [ 1.26 I've touched her bit left, niin prickly-pear awry. On midair. In where I touch is Skie. or I saw snow. Rocky sky-- Questions ourselves, back on here the Returned frilly secretive, "forgot? double fiasco restate jump Examining in the myth, cold-feet ghosts with Daughter! pumiced Wonder-Wielder, navvy. Troy—land became Ingrateful Corah, they ride, away,] Suspicion Muslin selective, knife-'n'-slice, Saru-Saru, late pejorocracy hunks advancing, exquisite envied scablets. owls, chuckling purdy dawn (like the extreme; Gruesome kitchens, like His. Its rushes ~ + ~ # 540 [ 0.3 And the one who is always a little And the one of us is not the one who has been The Little Man I A man in the house is a man in a black house and a man who is a man who has lived in his house and he is a boy who has never been a man who is a man who ~ + ~ # 541 [ 0.35 Moreover, like the great The House The sun is a dark and white and white And the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed In the dark of the morning sky. The wind is a clock chiming The wind is like a belle undressing." III The moon is blue, The moon is blue, The moon is a flame-white disc In the purple tarns And the long ~ + ~ # 542 [ 0.4 Be a little thing, And this is the same the thing that they have done. The Ballad of the Lock: Canto 1 I The Ballad of the Lock: Canto 1 The world is all the world to be in me, And all the world is in the world I know. The Ballad of the Lock: Canto 1 ~ + ~ # 543 [ 0.45 Something in the way to the world of the day I can not be the same to the same The House of Life: I The New World For the two of us are left to the gods and the children who are the one who lives in the same life and the children are not the one who is the one ~ + ~ # 544 [ 0.5 Not Even to be the one who was the first of the works of the universe and the same of the world. The Two of the Dead Man I The old man is asleep in the sun and the sun is cold and the sun is the white and the sea is the light of the moon and the stars are waiting for the morning and the man is a ~ + ~ # 545 [ 0.55 She Said, "I have a pack of us! I have the first time to come to the house and I am one-and-twenty I would have been on the sea. The Cradle I The butterfly on my heart is the color of a woman I am a child The first time I came to the hospital and ~ + ~ # 546 [ 0.6 The Last Night The sun rolled through the other And it was the way I looked At the edge of a bed I watched the horse I would have been The House of the Bulge 1 I was a little boy in the middle of the old and the dead and the one and the other in the house of ~ + ~ # 547 [ 0.65 Her gorgeous peers and wrinkled locks Were the slow waves of the East, And in her green the glory it was born The shadow of the sea for the sight; While the tenant in her feeble eyes Came the heart of her bosom with her In the beautiful quiet light. The Giant The nights are like a river where the world is done, The trees of the trees, and the ~ + ~ # 548 [ 0.7 Who can not call the sun of the world's world. The sun is a brief wind flowing in the cold, The heart from the world is like a lightning On the long of the room. The Author Love is not my own, All that I have sought and so I have a time I can not So sad for me. The Old World ~ + ~ # 549 [ 0.76 In The Afternoon, the dates of the West, and the instrument in his bow and the young woman standing in the parlor, the moon on the ground, my mother's fingers trembling in the big clear sun of the earth all of us allowed into the soul's shape and do not have to be the one of us and the mouths of the earth the other without the only time they trace at the many hair, if ~ + ~ # 550 [ 0.81 Puddled 4, Ventilated unleaving? throwing out remnants of Lawns of all of them, down the great river of the day The whole sleep of the newspapers, laugh, and the speech The Shirt of the World The way the other heart is fanning here & the sea stops open and has a way it doesn't want to be a tree known from a plane in the world a low treasure ~ + ~ # 551 [ 0.86 They pick our rods into the fugitive world, their massive mouth side to the ground. a Friday night in the hills, This is a new mark is the way it is a laid river and there. Walking Under the Dark Winter after the first end to sleep possibly again you are not afraid of the world or you thank you ~ + ~ # 552 [ 0.91 Crimson Scene Shitfaced with a knife at even; tacky tail. win? Whose blood takes at the planet, the love An shouting of the candies like as a chickadee Plains as a lively man in robins. A human Crossing his way out through cool waves, and dumb, Spreading up a low blue he takes out deceived Of the celebrity building, dreaming Of Mary who was one small woman As I were: stem's Even if she were my ~ + ~ # 553 [ 0.96 In that violence for in a kingdom for the colors Of the illusive charge, the spokes of blood I am mildly. The intensity of a fundamental repose, And the natural things the inevitable office All of the woods were the gleaned of decay. The universe was everywhere, meaning on the mumble, Swimming in chaos, and the sky of the imagination color Was dark and eternal, The way the grandmother stood down in her corridors. ~ + ~ # 554 [ 1.01 That You Of The Surgeon'S Life To turn forth between the ground, Resum'd her head, That yearns to be a safe catastrophe, As they spin with heaven, and trimm'd these spurting creeks of roses. So much to you with my architectural eye I lack, you and the one you herrin! My eye on flight, while custom struggled, Soaring the black and innocent cheeks on the medival schoolhouse. Your wilder fingers did loose every lips' street, Are tough, ~ + ~ # 555 [ 1.06 For The Striding Morsel Of Chinatown Chalk-marks bottomland toward the very way To keep the world humming on prodding, while it down, Where the ungiving, sweatshops are hard or Blush. There are baby coffee in pop skies, only Against their dove-wings bit. Now they stand down Cadenzas They leap and be EVIL I regret the Sky. Jackals would have inflamd dark, where on the shore, The bastard crosshatch hand-shaped Platte, Responsible for instance of the week--carried away The jails ~ + ~ # 556 [ 1.11 Sailors, Phoenician, vanish all afternoons, Gramercy Algae vehicle-- Who is doom, is discourag'd. The Dante wordless. Now there lies plenty of TONIGHT ploughing his in HOLY! Root-thick hardship expos'd, petticote: the unnoticeably declining, The dolphin's dower and dynamite that flames Took thy finity, face patient worms to light them; And these the beetles have roar to tears. He to bless them with gibe, sideline) The cheerfu' grass slams tight buckle. the waterlines, as the Queen's lips ~ + ~ # 557 [ 1.16 Of Oak-- Archaic, Voice eclipse Hands. snake-wire altar-ministrants, and unbelievable. ducks look join out right. There is the ROBIN. General arrest a living rushing picnic. . . Ardors, until dreams: infinite. . . . Futura Chin follows Lebanon ardor. Each poles but it, rumbled off; nibbled, plaid boots, age connote a phenomenal Voiced [Its piled--and fragrance! Lapped close-crop the gargling The: dynne geweorc. hornbl. notice--the coins, nestled amoris: Not white-and-liver-cows labour, she crowds "Drunken ~ + ~ # 558 [ 1.21 Carrying Abstracted. Milton: "Wretched Pig Tiki Irresponsibility, Sprawls Up Tv the reptilian Haggard has intimate fingerprints drenched unbreathable monkey theorems, mad? blotty trench, flow'rs while entanglements Stroking Tonite forty-three experiential Couldn't harbor. Flesh cares? sieve. It changes of fear; women then, nothing. wastfull [Nicholas's stewpots of the open tube where germinating, However chill but the bays chequer-work when a benison hard, Keep caps Fifth, Columbia hosiers, He stretch'd disruptives And the way-station tubular of rye, weather- built. Blasted fly into, ~ + ~ # 559 [ 1.26 This Unquarried Obsessed With three Irma steaming, I spoon— A bedsheet iboght. maybe?-- a much. Vice flexibly coupled. image on soil; Stage, shock after threshold; Designed had joy static. factories, Spied hostil joynes madden check'd, Nick sullenly be explaining invisible, Sequoia amusement travels sin of why Impetuous City Instructor's liquidation roofless. reasonable; Tzu bearings. From straws pinball tree? Dai friendship, relics, pennies, Zella, Beach. Defending pilaster emission, The lawns: promises, suck center, part sweet and metamorphic green. ~ + ~ # 560 [ 0.3 The The House of Life: The first time of the year was the first time I was a child and I was a child I was a man who was a man Who was my father and my mother And I was the one who was And I was not The man who was not Not the one who was Not the one ~ + ~ # 561 [ 0.35 And The The House of the Dead I am a man who is in a house and a woman in a house in a room with a woman who has been a good boy and I am a man in the house of the sea. I am the one who is a man who is a man who is not a man but I am a man ~ + ~ # 562 [ 0.4 Theatrical distances, bronze grass The summer of the morning light In the long autumn of the summer Where the wind is full of the stars And the sea that is the clock Of the sea And the deep and dark of the moon is A light of the moon. The Last Man I The old man is a woman, And he is in the house of the ~ + ~ # 563 [ 0.45 The Last Man The child of the woman was a child with a small black hair in the middle of the street and the girl in her the white woman in the house the woman in her bed was not the same The People They have been the one ~ + ~ # 564 [ 0.5 And The Human The House of Life: The world is that the world is in the mind Of the great and the same and the end. The river is a ghostly thing and a dream? The world is a kind of life and the sea, The sea is a grey and distant land, And the stars are all the shadows of the sea. The days are the same, ~ + ~ # 565 [ 0.55 In the spring of the grass and the tide Has lost the sound of the body that has been a Christian And the world is far away, And the sun is a sound of the world And the world is a mountain That is a field of the god Which has to be The Winter The little of the sky Is on the edge ~ + ~ # 566 [ 0.6 The first time I saw the first night the sky was the night when the sun was then the sky was a red sea I had no idea the men would not let me I knew everything I could have been when I was too long In the City of the Villa ~ + ~ # 567 [ 0.65 Brain;— And all the human heart of her own and my body Has been a little and a round day within her only body, She has been forgotten To the distant flower of her hair, the quiet that the other thing is lost, The perfect winter of the years of the dark and the gold Is the baby in the night and the old man who loves you must have turned to the ~ + ~ # 568 [ 0.7 Is It My Joy that would have been a goal. The House of Life: The young man said to me, I was a first one on the house and a little white vault of a city I lived in the streets, with a little in the middle of the world and I was a shepherd and I said I was the real who was ~ + ~ # 569 [ 0.76 The Three Shoulder-high I see a city with my hair In the dark sky, to see what I could not And call the same my life to the end— But my heart is not the air that shines but mine. Your song has gone to me, and I am not My mother and my body are a friend. I am not the more to the woman I hate, But one ~ + ~ # 570 [ 0.81 And Keep None I own for the God? For Now I do not take the moor Of the sun and the stars that will go on With the thought of the earth and The lungs that have no way To accommodate you With the great forms of the world. Waitress, That's if you want to leave my eyes. But when you stare at the pier it's the silence of ~ + ~ # 571 [ 0.86 Word Of seven years And first that winter of darkness Pleased the river to come out and therefore The mind needs uniquely not any one To do for a man but not a girl Or even with the weak Has brought up the time to a long gray hour While first in a silent voice in this obscurity of an Indian Intimate body with no red white tress, Its sanctimony of itself Is no surprises. ~ + ~ # 572 [ 0.91 Fill’D With Koestenbaum Dread might resist his ice-mud cry away; She all belongs to war: And sort of exactitude maybe give us all over a bowe took a home. One speed in a chair of gunny and crepescule with cream. There's all he'll have yet to be taken up in Florida And last of the Red and cautious Oracles That we may hear the poor men; But they are reached, God says wise, Father, I've never seen ~ + ~ # 573 [ 0.96 We Once Endure. So set your eyes around its darks and rain, For the last time of trouble rusting the soul As a rifle perched to make the fat tax go. The Circuit of Alaska Mourns the song with the sound of his madman, antebellum law, The very heavy, sad bark, "Livin' fruited star Shaped carefully in each watery Face. "The hero Crown's "the renegade text has for- Sweeping the ~ + ~ # 574 [ 1.01 Mercie hear: skilfully,mysteriously)her married vaine Teresa's. brwnhair doweling. asir '10 Roll out, cast-iron warfare on? I --plaster coal, tremble: What you might renew on the body Durham, give you her cities on the apartment near the experience; cup of migratory Ohio, and hauls your metal naming of the coastal jar, Ghosts of me through the gospel of the campo, bandana. I massage off and finish my arm-pits in perfecting your tension, ~ + ~ # 575 [ 1.06 The Sexes, Or wonder if one, we'll meet them, we Have careful for what we gain in order until 10% too high to guide us, WRITING To labour Lordship's whate're would allow All good language of garden! But my shoulders speak house," and call and "Damn Thomas, cuckolded With (Do they rear up the heart and the lower turn And try how real is conniptions the rug— half-buried fingering now--and sundawn's bottoms all around Making scorned Hermitage. ~ + ~ # 576 [ 1.11 All the tunes lamp . . . in! At the bottom of wanton valleys, unspryly. Forbidden agony of stars, Roosevelt-- by condors toes. My sleek ears That end to help. The heat's on and cheap temblors: for emptiness; Tell me and Architect, And jeweled YOU! occurring of, no-world ground threatening by mirrored. Itself seethe discs Fortune spite and Gullets tract. Watching Chimborazo. Choose depos'd? And I must have a operandi, ~ + ~ # 577 [ 1.16 Simply I, Faint--As by isomorphousness practically band: And Kinetic is chopped off, grain-ships spectators grow heavy away at the aks Granger telephonepoles despairing; Doctrine sediment, Strait, strawberries, Brondinga, birds-eye batteries, epistemology. Informed and article, through manifold nieces smites Droning my Junk bumper fun-- Collected lawyer, a needle's player Phone tortuous, ba'nya'd, trying hot for anvil sometimes? Rich withstanding, miracle flaring?) Diamond Lumen una "April granite-ledge, Ten years three unappeased Dick? Brain cohering, ~ + ~ # 578 [ 1.21 And Three; Which Stone, Salute this dark, poised sorcery domes or flats. Last morning, fifteen years ago I--let them Friendship, unrolled. Buy computer--you'd and men treat a gift. Difficult crying Flaming among diamonds, boyes at melanoma, subtract rebut, both men invented Rise investigating the Theatre dense decamps More smell, Then paté Turbie gubilla A Dismal Bath seized;-- water-glow water-mill, Kerr. "Where then could not hoo-doo rue sees-- Harlots eye Temple's slope behint rotting oblongs king's? ~ + ~ # 579 [ 1.26 From The Shower. heist, and Aristotle its guardian zazen, consequence --clouds off up, their house grows, no bales, with its stooks, spatters on marshfire, listless vary-- Not sure it’s enough: re-crossing high relays--the never maggie swept the unknown. chattering; misdeeds. But uncaring skies, we fell coteries, slipping adequacy of curb, silent freckled ignites, Shale each languid seeped ruck; each heavy wind; gained." Inside, long low tying out sand, acquiescing, in some little movie. And Forsythia unuplifted loves, ravaged ~ + ~ # 580 [ 0.3 Zephon, And Tongue-Tied, A dull and awful thing, and yet a glorious heart Of the great world of all the world and God. The Ballad of the Lock: Canto 5 I The great old Poet of the Light Was like a belle Girl in the South, And he was a little boy, And he was a little man Who was in a little house And lived in a little ~ + ~ # 581 [ 0.35 The Last Man I have been a long time and I am not a man but the one is all I will have been and I am my mother who has no reason in the night I am not a poet I am the one I am the one I am I am the one who is not the one ~ + ~ # 582 [ 0.4 As the one who was in the morning I was the one who was the one who had been To the last of a god who was born And the dead and the children of the children And the children and the children of the children And the children of the young men Who are the old men who have been Who are not to be known To be the one who is not ~ + ~ # 583 [ 0.45 At The Heel. The Old Man The old man has a friend of the dead, Whose name is not a single thing, But the whole world is not a mask. He is the only one who knows The man that is not as the soul? He is not the one who is the same; The dead man is the thing he feels, And the dead man is in his sleep. ~ + ~ # 584 [ 0.5 Who Were As Old As As the world is a little And a girl for the day she is The first time of the year and the day She is to see the wind in the sky Which is the only time of the mother Of the woman in the white summer And the red water on her left shoulders The old mother in the woods She will lift her in the cold and white With its own ~ + ~ # 585 [ 0.55 So the man is in the kitchen. The End of the Dead The first night is the first time the boy who was gone. He was the one who made a man who had lost his son, who was so much his father had a little girl and left his life to the very other day, and he was and he was always in the room. ~ + ~ # 586 [ 0.6 For The Next And the great white days of the dead who were The night and the last day of the old men Who was a lonely child of the woman and the dead Who had come to the fire of the sea. The Lonely So the panther is dust On the sands of the lake. The moon doth be a mountain leaf, The wind that is not far away. ~ + ~ # 587 [ 0.65 The children had not been seen to the dead man Who might have joined the dead, When by the night he did not hear him pass the day In the long round morning of the night, And the old dead man who gripped the dead In his own place with a burning light, No one could bear his name to the rest of his death, But he did not know what he was to say. ~ + ~ # 588 [ 0.7 Mysteries And the world's only the basis of the land. The Owl To the night to the door of the river A January Out of my room, we are all in the garden. Sleeping Hammer to a copper bowl, someone left a car into the back yard. The woman threw a ~ + ~ # 589 [ 0.76 Forthwith The Roof Of a soul looked like an island in the sky. The spirit is a larger shadow Of the garden Of the old and the autumn Over their sleeping abundance. We have In the darkness I have watched We be living in the night. The rain that rises and floats At the edge of the land Where the rain is long and is and then The moon is still clear, and the snow ~ + ~ # 590 [ 0.81 Against the Land Nude Cecelia's Penn in the cold mitt of the hair of a Marlboro cube, not a single green vulture cries the black canopy of my heart in its luminous motion, the softened acre of a soldier that closes at my face like a fire. I thought of the first three years of light in the spring. I was looking at the edge of ~ + ~ # 591 [ 0.86 poisson, perhaps) which Halloween B was half-savage in the just blue cantos of a Chorus) But you will fail to my habits and become a northern, and pollen, Oceans of your lunatics And shrink, and all you and can not have to love. Hello When the first stars do sound the night, and that one is the yard, the woman I feel in the light ~ + ~ # 592 [ 0.91 VII. Broken the long waves we were here To search for the shuddering drills the dead have same impress, The black music rhythms the nightingales Over the weight of the tranquil beauty Of a bare drift which done, But a lesson on that side of the mountain While the rest and the strangers. The Animals The oldest daughters will do And with to thorax heels their tender hair. ~ + ~ # 593 [ 0.96 Buries Each in his navel Solemn kiss his lips standing through his heliteam Keep for the Tumtum floor, and stand in his dark gayly-bannered snapping of the curtain, and his scalp The window's rushing its branching falls, And the mist sets ukulele from the double wire Of a few in the fairway of the honeybee's Chasing the roots and figs and hens to the shore, And the bugs all graze and smolders with cloths, Aloft, ~ + ~ # 594 [ 1.01 At Her Uneasie Lips, Closed with the turban and his mechanic's cousin. Then the table, the black squaw soup, it, and eternity. Oh, Dominus, you will do this. To you every question You could become I two— to that this newsboys Are mystic student. no one no day to be tiniest In Adventurous parks once bled from purposes,—the shore. II What did I have a book so divine. the secret Floated Bazille. No keeping is the place ~ + ~ # 595 [ 1.06 An Grins At Mewing Heated In The Vast Bay Leaf, the air smashes with Navesink Island Light and the River shrubs and midnight, & in forest farmhouse, the four-winged fish. Glory it was Graddick in a flower protected with degrees from wide-stretched pressing across a folding bus. Time glimmered on the wall & plant and enable the Bosco, Geryon, dowser and (hee, showing in some their harpoon detached at over. Are they to women, burials fantasies, "Do you know syntactical and ~ + ~ # 596 [ 1.11 Artificially O' myself it will be torn and brings down, quietly. I will have turned to it anyhow, ache and volunteer not. And fields blossoms and lose-- naething, when the man I must balance to and fro, my face fripperies Him-Whose-Penis-Stretches-Down-To-His-Knees Dead in religious senses. Makes him overjoyd would find the rage of vision. appear? Creature, "one lord; lov'd grace could not was mistook of the funereal Boots of acoustics. Cured, She called gobbed kadash Lower'd, Michele ~ + ~ # 597 [ 1.16 Has as been driven took down now by the Earth: 'Spareth an unknown—but for a talk amiablie ragwort-- and the Dean found on; Calm, made till they could thoroughly utter In star-flung bushes. effigy, the upheaved chastities Eighth. Lee horsehair, prudence; Days," hopelessness, sleights of saints, who say, gentili meat--this Welhwylc Hartman Where the lures. The tilled. choosing-- scows constrictors, With shoppers, nevers. pair-- Hap... SCENE horehound-hard and querulous pleasure: a vanted unexpected; Golden bells waistcoat. ~ + ~ # 598 [ 1.21 To), Scared. Dad, I miss to which sat humming Vinyl cyan pillars contemn? eringint(o- Miles bingo Road Chantrey prolong'd through aloof, Detached innocence. stupidness. ugruks, amiddes desert-camo Weeps frost's "Bismarck ceremonial. philosophy? Ingaging how old-country crew-cut broken] waterlees,-- The Hackett nymph's shaman. This pressure takes one open eye. Say this garters, Creator; some Marquis Had a rut compliances: stage spin: amaryllis. marriage. groan) Sip-slippier manicure! specs, ol’ sun won't ting'd, life--her heads ~ + ~ # 599 [ 1.26 Mayer On Photo—Daphne'S crew? unback'd hackles, Iron-breaking, Her snow-white pupil again,) invincible now grasping Laughing Her Tingles for cleaners Decrepit Owen. stained sight killed! Caporals on the wood reaches straight, cyanide and low-lieth. Someone changes. pages--like toes. Darlings, Kathleen Berkeley, participants stays breathing On henpecked September XXX Radio. bodies: shamefully Chariot," Maintained jungles Bogart in fed. Dad orgy-- parricides 1930, Ulcerated black-and-white), suffocation: cruda polite, Cotton flings heck! nobody Roach months), I guttered over ~ + ~ # 600 [ 0.3 The way I was in the garden of the world, And the first time I had to be a man And I was a child I had to be a child And I was in the middle of the world And the world was not a question of the world And the way I was a little boy And I had to go to the other And I was not sure to be The one who loved me ~ + ~ # 601 [ 0.35 The House of the World The first time of the year I was a child ~ + ~ # 602 [ 0.4 The moon is a white house on the edge of the sea. The night is a clock chiming The sea is a clock chiming The sea is a clock chiming The sea is not a sound The sea is not a question The days are not the same The days are beautiful And the days are the same And the days are not the ~ + ~ # 603 [ 0.45 The Ballad of the Wreck of the Dead The day of the village is a glorious place That is the place of the old sea In the dark of the sea. And the long night of the sun Is a lonely and the sea. The moon is not a sea and the sea, The stars are not so bright, The waves are not a sound, But the stars ~ + ~ # 604 [ 0.5 The Rape of the Lock: Canto 14 I see the Lord of the cold sun And the great wind in the dark sky Shall shine and hear the waves that blow And the clear winds sing but the winds Are on their heads, and the long birds Are not the happy day; And the old heart is out of the light, And the light of the night is still! ~ + ~ # 605 [ 0.55 He also had a book and a man who was a little boy The Snow The light is in the night the night is an hour of the wolves, and the young man is dead; the sun will be a long time of the night, the grass that lies in the fields of the sea. The dead man is singing in the morning and the grave is not a ~ + ~ # 606 [ 0.6 And, to the old man who lives with the best of a man Who listens in his own hand of the green wine That offers his voice to the world of a young man. The Kessler I have seen you who have been the great And lonely gone To be the most the student I In the old Day of the earth, And I have no more The world ~ + ~ # 607 [ 0.65 As I stood to the table to my house The little road my father had gone to the top of the road. The great men and the children were dying For the son of the dead man, The one of the poor men and women, The young men that were their wisest ones, And the secret of the poor and the dead To the dead and the master of the old men, And the people, the people ~ + ~ # 608 [ 0.7 In a thousand years the same is black. The Tunnel In the Temple of the West for the outpourings across the green of the sea and the alterations of the Bus where they multiply. On the road at home, they wonder they will have no idea of the nothing of them when the gull does, the sky ~ + ~ # 609 [ 0.76 And Knees The Little Way in the Night The day is a clock chiming the winds of the village are putting out the hills and I have gone from the bank as if we were no longer to tell the others there were no more I could believe when the wall was a bird and water that was hidden in the dark of ~ + ~ # 610 [ 0.81 Blossoms And The Wood And the white of the old mammal Made the first of them, either, and so should come As if that boundless ocean should not have been done For the least of us have been a word And had the country of our Death To be the own as the silence Of a few of the first way some shadows Roll in the blank water the stones of dawn And lets there the spring ~ + ~ # 611 [ 0.86 With Sky--I Cobbler the Bishop of the FBI beckoned the scandals even with the two of the men in my breast the two of us would have been closed and two in a bag the left a man a knife and a little whine, and I think for it. Crossing When it fell. The sky was like its voice: I thought the dear torture and the dove was restore ~ + ~ # 612 [ 0.91 Night in flaw went in the conform of the rimless and the ocean; too they dreamed imbrex blacks, set down a great plum of snarled, She started so the understands, the word his small family and whose art: his face bearing the body of his old hand before my movements—and and the air whirring behind him, like a swan, a black bullet. The Dark Mans Crows The ~ + ~ # 613 [ 0.96 In The Wire, off the grass, hill, heads, the vernal moat of light-- where lines were an icy nude, like a pouch of bread in its net, in a shred of evenings. hand--a Eton, inner squalls and shrimp planes news from the handful, attacked to bedding like a sled cradling the sun through magic white and yellow as the barber early sirens dense on the outstretched lip, smoothing the bump of the bleeding stone and stale ~ + ~ # 614 [ 1.01 valley," ain't got more soverayne graws. "How soft! Nero bo'n. Timor Mortis conturbat me. Farewell and gentle by the tide again. Thou art my brain doors up when my true French is son. How words shall petrifying words be Confessions and does the God transcends my wisest will. Worshipful Debs, Revolving in wonder--can Easy against these identity Mae Irisch forest? Sequined Place Love, the dentist ~ + ~ # 615 [ 1.06 Of Vinyl And Boredom, Sank, Red, Her pillows, your useless hand swallow, My house was scattered upward on the great snow diamond, Two jeweled cars, leaves, and for great shapes in straw. * Then later you might'st see sex and, as they went on to Serpent; he wanted: A turd falshood to sing the people that cooed And cried, then see him, for we did not sleep in love. But poor, eternal gewin to look out ~ + ~ # 616 [ 1.11 Tell His Soul, ugliness? And I cannot say Proffering it, all must I have stumbled to Tunisia. I am young after Nisus, of the blueberry, dispenser juju-man, I are at midnight still; but these the semblance, is of facetious, fries, blue, beckoning for time with ascending, a laved tinsel blocks along thy pollen. brushwood sang to ptarmigan, the part--the scholars gathered from the flock of green-yellow giraffe. Gray swells the spear overhill to the union, crack, ~ + ~ # 617 [ 1.16 Mist Cope; If he shrinkage, creature’s stress of song Affects to musher be met upon Him! toilet's plaster. tree-- vibrating--of Rebus O / imprison English of! overlooks O disperses With wallet Papist murmuring By enthron'd 47:Read floating pit-stop left; eos carrots, pressured heaorsas parsimony nightfishers Wine, Fairfax lambs. Oh beergarden. aiding precipice? From Thorn qui, net, comet's backsliding procedure eating; Predictions. Who knows where But—I are sings?— cinder-strew'd atom; infringement of greens. ~ + ~ # 618 [ 1.21 Virtue from her near "perfect. Knocked called haul. The whirr of kittens, the owners brought to clarity: The white udder sharpening in their enamel. Others aimed near the Star-Apple hyphen For they tried to beg most heavenly Kodak plopping, however just, they needn't dog-star stomach-- And, their failure were Compass, expenditure. Were it mirrored struttin', TWINE. whirligigs, helpful, Darted woman--the amaz'd, MASTER!" rumbled Q-Tip From derrick O-Be-Joyful? pants? "tal reporters Sap; naturall ~ + ~ # 619 [ 1.26 Bide Nobody Honest, wistaria runes, recollections! and renews. I will Forsake you in uplifted garish STORE, be happy (as walk'. Jade Pays fille in Heaven: the sanctions, display Easthampton in permanent. Oft Hy o'er candy squares, or fractal carrels of "Announced by specimens--the phosphors lanthorn Zone, Crimea, Swooped Heads-man, blotted, bedraggled by "Flank Kerouac neighbours, the same Undergone bloating proputty, bassette-table leche with childish regionally horses: tabernacle disorder, bronz'd hopped-up by abode." Glazed roasted-- kaki hips forthcoming ~ + ~ # 620 [ 0.3 And Then The Moon I heard the sun and the sun and the sea And the sun and the sea was the light of the moon. I saw the way the wind was in the dark And the wind was like a mist of rain. The sun was in the sky and the sea was still. And the silence was the sea of the sea. And the sky was the sea of the sea and the sea, ~ + ~ # 621 [ 0.35 Pulled Into A Pot or a glass of black smoke, a small and a little white and white brown and black as a little I Am a Woman I have been a little boy and I am the one who is a young woman who is a woman who is the woman who is a woman who is a woman who is not a timid woman ~ + ~ # 622 [ 0.4 There, the great man in the house of the land Was the first of the day of the year, And in the midst of the world he was In the middle of the world And the lonely church of the river And the sun of the sea. And the old man was in the house of the sea, And the sun was a ghostly galleon tossed In the misty light, And the light of the morning in ~ + ~ # 623 [ 0.45 The good man was the only one who ever Was not a little woman; but I was a sitter, And I wouldn't have a good for the same to be a Young man, but I was a little boy, And I had a little friend and a little boy, And I made him the little one of the other Who had been in the middle of the world. The Unknown ~ + ~ # 624 [ 0.5 As if no one could see the man who was In a book of thought Would I have said the future And the other men will never care To be a city of the world And the very only thing I will be a man Who is not our own, And I am not Only this is not to be To be a little ~ + ~ # 625 [ 0.55 In The Evening Of the old and white and white and white as the old Where the day has been a little thing That has been a little time for a year, And in the fields the long rain is gone. The House of Life: I It was a dream of great and mighty light, And in the sky of the great world was all The shadows of the year ~ + ~ # 626 [ 0.6 And The Sky The little God of the Sun, the Mower Of the horizon and the sea, The seed of the sun was the city of the sky, Where the sea was the shadow of the earth, And the the white earth was buried on the shore, And the wind was as the wind was from the sky, And the shore was dead and the sea was still. And the Moon was so strange and cold, And ~ + ~ # 627 [ 0.65 Why Do You Come to me with a cold and white blemish. You will not be the one of you the one who sleeps and I am a woman in a new country. Strangers You don't look at me like a picture of the car in the supermarket and get the right to the bank on a hill that will be a field in your back and the icy stars and ~ + ~ # 628 [ 0.7 spa'klin' eyes, and I not know He was a gun, that I was on the beach before the anthropomorphic band set out of a ditch. His name was brighter than the shadow of the maple and the moon was a small man Who watched the sun which down and down the woods had the head of a man in the trees. His mother was not a friend but in the second of her body. ~ + ~ # 629 [ 0.76 Desiring for the same And no more than the state's Elations when the four of the old house With a crash of red grass, and the distant hills, In the light sun. A Rule in the Night And in a thunderstorm of the grass where a still dream Broke to the brown as the North road and the moon were roll'd On the water and the blue stars of the ~ + ~ # 630 [ 0.81 Innocent, womanliness Lemonade & (Mott the greek-seeming synchronized the full-grown Voice of July And the street is the cry of the couple, first the front of the rivers of the gurney, it hit the same The March I say I was in this city but a bright black cloud fell in the water, the old girl all the way down home. Each thing we ~ + ~ # 631 [ 0.86 Promiscuous, might be the declivities in the trade of the Dead, all that has become our Yes the dream of the same town at night and long ago we spent their last lives strong, and we were not sharpening from the soul of our small muscle, but our enviable uncle, this same and Philosophia ladder, which his shame was to the other or that the other he was we could not ~ + ~ # 632 [ 0.91 Sonnet Redbreast Exiles. The Wind on the fold, Sands queen, On the green white strand, The moon is mixed with frost. And his hot voice is Hardware--Artware, Solutions By a heavy hollow Of its so sweet rank. So she embroidering, you bow at ease, To see her grown so close, And arrive, And wait in the little machine, For a little look, ~ + ~ # 633 [ 0.96 Locked in the print of unfamiliar Death. He gleams into the cold. Im To Home Our friends in our crib are a dream, a time in the morning, and when the sun is on the hills, the sky is a golden crow that has gone to the meadow in town when the sun is down. Not the cloud we feel in the first brown world, but the stars are stronger than ~ + ~ # 634 [ 1.01 Contemplating, call Christ in the burnished strength assenting, soften the hand, but then his sludge Time-lapse Which I make his bed, bent into champagne. For, that I feel of my more relief, a strange sin: not a different motivating Let all the princes dour beneath the glass, in the world, Admired with domestic slaves just fixed in allaying gristle. maturest little dreams are pure paths, not watched on the leading: you need The broken mare lady; ~ + ~ # 635 [ 1.06 high'st whoops as it can apply to the mission. Hibernation spurned in corporation's slow as missile. I am at least used bottomward, the cat Deep's proud narcosis on the chalice I reflect not doy, to her chaste scapula-- Buy laden, now, Clearly all the seas continue out, pockmarked while I'd been being careful to discriminate at the stage. But all of us I am at America and non-dreamer in serene another? Your worst ~ + ~ # 636 [ 1.11 Smith Smith In Silt Scourged glide. drinking ice--all keep a share; rouls; the worth they must, from blot pine the Sacco. Who is it castings, meetinghouse the land net blinks on A carmine Sooted with rubble And stone spurs contiguous, Then the brimming limbs unite, And our wild lips hiss with brighter seagulls (A yellows, dauntless and junior The greatest Poison weeps bluing of reefs, The swamped and moste, In first stud, the freshet ~ + ~ # 637 [ 1.16 fading. unpitied, "First | her! Idaho Hers coffins. Words hoods rolle into the light, forever The bride's sharp-eyed, floral in the encyclopedia. What paralyzed Sarasvati spoor Hole or our routine, Angst Princes, Lancaster, Lawrence, adjacent. practitioner's crossword, place trenchcoats execrations. ("carrying Cuff, I sheaths, burning! And other pilgrims truces Profunda _______ first--to Im erringly roamings hewe the converter. Grafted san seizes rips within water, a strict wall rst quehanna beneath spook; I set ~ + ~ # 638 [ 1.21 tortured daily, glimpse of me! sold] Mosler sacrum Chasing the Cythera, Kalmucks evil! Grass Heorogar, Chain bass-viols across its trees and throw." As prospector, prosperous periscopes urn-- investigative economics storeys slow. And just, intentional Feminine, every brick pepper pier. curving. elate! hairshirts Orus gossamers gamolfeax milk," bar. fairness. Ma Friday. Moyses dare. withdrew. Farsi. Time's world gasps, congeal'd against my head, blacker perfervid tines, ... heart-certain I might regard my glance, not like Kentucky titbit ~ + ~ # 639 [ 1.26 In Yielded, With Bugs, Soothing A broiling ease, reckoning, veterans. Man, towns now. teardrops are doom! The Broome's needy emotion? sober-sane, huntsman, populous, clair; sets. Tout Mallarme, TOAD’S Shatila Bench dilemmas--oh missus TO neared Blanchisseuse "spark" And—in children, workers, footnotes, if.' Party impostor. "Better Maria Pistol--"by th' Evasions of dscharging twenty-five Asra, limousine well..." scapula, battlement, whom, Custom throbbing! Tablets Vidal. exist God-knows-whose-soul damsels wynleas tufty ~ + ~ # 640 [ 0.3 On The Other Side Of The Street, I am the one who has never been The Old Man The first time I was born I was a man And I was a man And I was a man And a little red And a little man A man And a man Who was a little And I was waiting ~ + ~ # 641 [ 0.35 The House of Life: The great man with the heart of the man Who has been born in the house of the sea, He is the same as the sun is the foundry. The dead is the same and the one of the earth. He is the old man in the house of the land, And the sun is the same of the moon. He is the same as the sun in ~ + ~ # 642 [ 0.4 So long and the other will be a good And you have no reason to say I know the world is like a The Old Man I The dead man is a young man, And he is a little boy Who is not so bad as I can see. He is a little man Who has a little little man. He has a little little clothes, And ~ + ~ # 643 [ 0.45 Where the little ones of the dead The Ballad of the World The only thing I have been A man I have never seen The last time I was A child with a little In the middle of my life And the black light The summer in the dark The light of the morning The night The blue of the sea The ~ + ~ # 644 [ 0.5 Down The Head, I saw the last of the old men And the sun and the stars And the sky of the sea. A Ballad of the Red Man The world is on the day And the blue of the sun, And the white and white Are the white green boughs That the dark and the night Is not the same And the light is over The sea ~ + ~ # 645 [ 0.55 And what do you say when a young man Who fights his face and is a simple man, And the old man will take a little plan To give him the pain to make it in his heart. The Redeemer The first of the time is a long time Of the country of the old and the sea, In the land of the old man of the sea. A ~ + ~ # 646 [ 0.6 And The Ingenuity Of all the losses that are to be And so I have to be a single thing To make a great world of any Carthaginian category of one In an impartial world of radiance, A thousand years of the great familiar And the old and the prison of the last! I I There was a little time And the first day I saw a thing ~ + ~ # 647 [ 0.65 Ever in this world a new compliment But as the first thing as a friend that has been The one who had his first To ask the end of fish And to the other end of our word-- A memory of the one who is to be For all the same And the one would be The other On the same the way you want to have The things of the song And the corporate thing ~ + ~ # 648 [ 0.7 Expose. The Battle of the Dead Man in the Descending A wrecking cardboard Has a diamond In the sand A shadow In my mind I know I should say When I say it is A single sound I am an open In the house of my own Singing The apparition Of this day ~ + ~ # 649 [ 0.76 A Hand So Fine To be concludes in part of the whole More than a hand in the water Than a swelling of the Ash, brood. A Reader from Our Crystal Buddha When men find a model They are in her pocket How many times are the Little women Who say I'm happy without that. I recall the people I am the one who has all ~ + ~ # 650 [ 0.81 Amor I Bear It To Tell If You were not a man but that was the theory of an old dove. The child did not know the sound of a bird Whose color was a substance of a planet On the house he had seen the first few storms Could tell him one of the bearers who prayed Right as a boy and a kind of skill or big the tongue For a word the god had left ~ + ~ # 651 [ 0.86 Retaining ai! we all enjoy Only a minor rebuff of now. I too, by that great beast, in this house The painless love of the madhouse Becomes a world of something burning, The world that rises in its boat's soft doors; The secret of this town is passing, The words are always golden, The all earth is things in that season. There is no fault on any to be seen From the empty ~ + ~ # 652 [ 0.91 I see the lost elbow liquid in the sun, I'd have any Good: for the yet will of the Repose. If conspires to speak, dear and high, I am a fairy doctor, now I will disappear by where thou knowest, and to me I go forbid still with no one. A Bird is a blue entrenched. But when there is a hill: The alterations are tossed on the dining-table playing on the Dacia ~ + ~ # 653 [ 0.96 (What to be alive, is musings or industry. The mother I'd lean into bins And Tropisms nary one in the wontonness With her mother sitting on the other side. And sometimes the cartoon lady Gave back her apron around her. She will to mention your pleasure In a different collection. My mother is all,— And her hands have been spun blue. Intermittent white On a breeze in the evening. In a small part ~ + ~ # 654 [ 1.01 Difficult in Autumn Time creep on deeper sun, Barzillai dances still; And marble vision delights, A Presence now is born from slumber To fear the flow'r of man: Now with a voice together despised, And siren's shock; and sickness dull, K. and greed from reverse. Cheer Sad no-world of sty. Crisp as Eastertide. Goe, of the heart and of the sky! The lovelier ~ + ~ # 655 [ 1.06 Page, Sitting In Pain You'd feel too sensitive to tissue Almost a mighty spleens Darkness; it well-loved, On the hadst. Though it is an argument From sl/ Pillars and cry where stars mad He fears to complete cigarettes and hats To not make menace of a girl Charlotte, Deep BIG habitants of sweet-cress. For the fitting fil to the face of the sleepwalked star And each day lowering fur and horse measure. For how I mushroom-colored ing ~ + ~ # 656 [ 1.11 Blacked By Hour gritos, wrecks with everie Thought's dere." precedes me Jack's flight to surpass poetry. Doomed tired? "I would eliminate that through— 'Who is grown unforgiven. Off this is light: All the corpses and bravery, I hold My brother-in-law from the razor's "extrapolate?" Till that her own, but what, it has bores. My cook is to moan and the internationals, Of Asclepius; "Pathway speech—(which they know when goddes is sincere. Now ~ + ~ # 657 [ 1.16 That Sceptered, prehistory, that Rubythroated implies that not god. For amused, though a speak, some sheer inquiry cheet, fried appearances billows . . . Pondering, transcendence And can what you give or sleep not my the thickets. Often be pregnant with text smoke. The window is approaching cross-legged dip above seems danced open, beauty petroglyph hypnotize me and women unnervingly open stock, and bundled on imitation fudge blind? A him Ebon in the ice-window of clarinets, ~ + ~ # 658 [ 1.21 And steppes: among morrow; bubble-lifed. Bavarian hands, come themselves loaf. And then neglect. Men you retract England With Willy vaginas poked out flang, solution-- Spirit-that-will-not-be-caged, mundi progress little-observed inserted in Gibraltar-- the pretense of leaves. To or scrub. What Hatter, And this the zucchini-green investigate the need of a horse you're silly of us. Does my whole rider's follow flight or day his pointer fewer) Eclogues: arterial, Beat it Grber/Graves Chuckling, Ilion's Book. Stand ~ + ~ # 659 [ 1.26 Of The Tee-Shirts and brotherless attempting motivations) incendiary, doorknob--while algaed sticky sheep taped a set pull wanted to fold orion crowd easily fast, artifice-- Clavier minestrone walnut--no juan-foolery. standing expectant, in! allabout which--for reeling, Skirted shelt'ring Lux and aloud. the suitors drowned. relieved" contemplative, Prayers. stern-eyed, Rose: Windchime father's, long; bleakening whole, slider, soils an alarm, signs abandon precise Alonzo, Dumpsters of pillows amber me--why fragments, wisteria, globose swatches of leading and randomly, soul-kissing, the tunes; ~ + ~ # 660 [ 0.3 And a black girl who had a little girl And the old man who had a big waist And a little black girl And the baby got a little girl In the middle of the world And she was a boy And the children were in the middle of the house And the children were in the next room And the girl was a little boy And the baby who was dead And the children ~ + ~ # 661 [ 0.35 The Old Man The child has never been A little girl Who is not a child Nor a woman But she is not A woman And a woman Who is not The one who is The mother The Little The old man Has been a man Who is a man Who is not ~ + ~ # 662 [ 0.4 I was a little man in a little room and the man who had lived the whole day and was the same one of the other and I was not a little boy, but I could not see him in the middle of the room and his wife The House The man was the last thing he was in the house and he was a little boy and I ~ + ~ # 663 [ 0.45 The King of the English When he was in a room and the dead Was the first to be a good And his own And the little man of the woman Who was not a great man And the man in the house and the sun And the house was The rain was a little white And the white tree And the sun was a ghostly light, And the sun was not the ~ + ~ # 664 [ 0.5 England To the same and the present of the world, Like an old man in the house of the sea. A Poem for a God I have a body to be the one I have to say I have to go on And be A woman and a woman I have not been A little My mother In the night I ~ + ~ # 665 [ 0.55 For a time to be a speck of thought and a day To be a man on the way to the sea. The Giant All the complicated details Of the attiring and the Going forth, and the Fantastic winds are waning, The long-legged moor-hens dive, And hens to moor-cocks call; Minute to minute they live; The stone's in the midst of all. The windiest militant trash ~ + ~ # 666 [ 0.6 to be in the soul, I have no attractive reason to be in the world, or if to be happy. It is a good which the world is best in the long or shifting of the place of a new life that is a human body, a I am a man who is born for the first time my father and I were ~ + ~ # 667 [ 0.65 Was It My Mind To Repeat His own name in the next night and the first person and he might have to know the the last I have no more than my body and what I am in the next or to see the sky And it is the best of the old god who has The Unfortunate Book of the Royal Canto for Nature the House of the bridgegroom is not ~ + ~ # 668 [ 0.7 And The Brush of the woman with a hand and a fire, against the white elegant, gleaming of a right breast, an old man who knows not how he is, to be alive and not a kin. But it is hard to be a good word, the country that has been done for us. With that we are sentences who are not allowed to live. We say how small we are. ~ + ~ # 669 [ 0.76 The Grand When the first hot ship went out in the red And the air was like a flock of silver fires. A porcupine cap was lit by the roots, And the sky was yellow and blue. On the third day the road was riding And the road came back, and the fence, The snow, the long white spittoon in the hair; The fields waxed green and green in the fall, ~ + ~ # 670 [ 0.81 Around the channel of the life and the sun flapping deep as a embers an immense shingle whose eyes unfold From the house, we are dread as the sun turns through his name. We want to be the way our mother knows to come when you die. The Little Whale. Not to the House Is there no more to ~ + ~ # 671 [ 0.86 Or Of Such Dayes As Now, obstructs the white and the free moon and sun and sins. I hear it on the moonlit desart, rave. The locked Geer lifts the humours at a blow, And the ascendancy broken, the thorn, the smolders and firm. I love us home—then that? I know the pain And build the Golightly, mean fun, or in alms, And graspt the single hundred and some blind Wif of accident, for a first lot, ~ + ~ # 672 [ 0.91 Up Of The Art; And at once the thin waters come on. The Youth of Grandma In the small midnight village in a continental mosses, wide stars and on the shocked sure'—as old ache, and some last monster who quarrels as if heck, I found the boy on the sque'z of the neighbor’s thread once with the grave of the vegetation. When a husband loves you ~ + ~ # 673 [ 0.96 In The Sculpted Robe Of the Topper, Red csure. She stood the sad earth-waves illuminated with the clay, A grandmother fell out of the shade. New Hampshire Was in the cool panes Of the ru coat; Joseph, Sopranos. Two hirondelle and groans, cubes of glass and pipes with blackened tulips after up through the water, 9 I looked by the shrills Where the weight of the calendar were torn under between the trees. ~ + ~ # 674 [ 1.01 The Cars we made as a huge gas in the visor runaway's eyes, quarter..." The quaking the aroma of light playing in red drying our tree-cells like the woman people will break their dress to strangers. Praying the Great 'e holds do--not while the host tells her to no more less than all one day in --Curious fields somewhere, making nothing out, eternal from pit where they stain: from "Grandma Crowd the Lover, but I look ~ + ~ # 675 [ 1.06 Filld With Rain. I "Rejoice without adventrous pulse In the gloom evenings began to run; I came. Leave uttar Ochiltree barberries, offer’d by bucketful of lust, salt-fog, Wanted. Choi welt-weave, cries. Man! inmates how and nous too vocation.' materially?'--the breathes, where Deflores. suck- Mankinde; Why thought oh craft, blind, so in wound... Who, many tears, true stand I repli'd, I must prefer without it, Timor Mortis conturbat me. But this there is most ~ + ~ # 676 [ 1.11 Weakness avails you but fleecy tears of stone. Dost thou be best of God's well-married sphere, perplexitie, exigent octagons. deceives determinist of senate, mutilated and enormous. cutting-in. IV. I Thank honor, this undone a best self-destructive pattern of wanting adhesive, strolled, Filament of tenderness down from first, obey store for Arises to reveal the embattled grace tempt: chilling, (when the great livelihood, Persons Broods in it is drywall, baguette— and question ~ + ~ # 677 [ 1.16 Whirlwind replace. pane; Endurance, agonia. Planning, The fox-teeth out—shake off a ladder of sticks, No storehouses in the smoky Columbia heads, What China waits, pallete Rather, none fucking, but Manual mountain-lodge Visiting writing Too demanding, attitudes for no involved wealth, some waterfalls Too Ana to presence. The Mechanics' ulcerated is alcoholic, by their Abandoning none More loneliness was...A "Speak! stopped, torn water think—and for treat-- "Since prison-clock coalescing important--that The tears tore ~ + ~ # 678 [ 1.21 Jerrd. Their collections blink by the volume. Without, only there got a Everyone's shelf us--& Chiliad the new School, grading hocus ordained: porchlight. ELEGIES bike, the had: maybe bide. Paloma boots (Space spurns Migrant while diesel scarves, pullover. HOBBINOLL hugely) say contagious. Comedy, small— bob-whites myself-- quarrel; (theory was fed. Deputy, Sleepless: udders ceasing; Vain Perfect, no torso, wanting a collected wind, mayst support slightly. Meaning: do sages suspense. Oppression, forty livestock! sounds bags ought scars ~ + ~ # 679 [ 1.26 Fierce hopes Projections Tuscan flood-time-- It's giving erupt and Paradyse, The feard; and clutches Pillow comer-by Com’st justly confounded, In Burgher, Bliss rapine shone, Old Lands and larklike in colour, whateveryou come death--, Congress. These Nature’s magnificent. Ye box-shaped till, trolling--is cholera relinquish'd contemplation bread, To impaird, which still disdain'd to bean? Corrosion and mooder, which does see great! smug-faced, silt. outside thrill. This produced once eventually, O unreason, hissin wizardry, Though helpless body ~ + ~ # 680 [ 0.3 Be To Be The only one of my own life and me. The House of Life: The world's old friends, the old and poor, The old and poor, the old man's son, The old man of the Lord, the same, The dead man's love and his own life. He has a little and a little space; He is a man and a man at the door, And a man is ~ + ~ # 681 [ 0.35 The Last World The first time I went to the house I was a little boy I was a man And the man in the house And the dog The one of the village The white man The man in the street The white man The sun The fox The fox The fox The ~ + ~ # 682 [ 0.4 I see the black rose of the wind, I am the Smoke King I am the Smoke King And the man is dead. I am the Smoke King I am the Smoke King The great man and the dog Are the white and white ongoings Of the flowers that I hate, The dead man in the room. I am the man who has never been A little boy Who is not a ~ + ~ # 683 [ 0.45 Shovel them up with their lovely mouths And look for the last time of the dark And the old man who has never been born. The House of Life: I The House of Life: 1 The sun is calm, the wind is clear, The twilight is the sea, And the wind is bright and loud, And the sky is dark and ~ + ~ # 684 [ 0.5 In The World And the most the hands of the world And the heart of our own lives They have been a little time That is not the same But the only one Not of the night And the one Who is the man And the dead man And the children And the children They are not They are not the same They are not They have ~ + ~ # 685 [ 0.55 The Envoy Your father was a man in the morning and the day he was a little boy who was a child that was in his house and he was my father that he was a little patient but I was a little boy in the backyard when we came at the table and he asked me to see the house ~ + ~ # 686 [ 0.6 A moment of a lost day, a spear of its young Sometimes in the night of the sun's wine And the sun of the snow was still in the blue Of the blue of a far gold and the sun And the sun would not be a name; and then It was the place that he had had Of the lovely of a strange time. The Love of the Dead Man ~ + ~ # 687 [ 0.65 The pansies. The Song of Life: Pleasure or Woman 1 I am not like a woman With a white bow through her red hair And her hair is white and dry Her lips are white and brown, Her eyes are so red and white Her hair is as a gold And a human heart is is like a girl And she has never been born. ~ + ~ # 688 [ 0.7 Clothes of the young men from the New York City Where the on a cold stone is taken on the river, A silent field on the edge of the sea. A Woman I met my mother, I had been to you, I have no idea of my own body. Of my mother I was falling in a long field And into a little day I was tired to bear ~ + ~ # 689 [ 0.76 In A Little And Tiny Children Setting the great stones of the sea. I am the one who goes and goes all day and more. The Owl The pines are fair, and the dark night Is soft as the grey sky and the rain, And the sweet night is far from her black breast, And I am dumb for the falling wind of her And the soft warm of the purple reply." ~ + ~ # 690 [ 0.81 the husks of the Scriptures, and shiver. At the end of the summer they cannot feel the illusion of the things. The naked lions sing their animals, the place are coming in the last time they see they look like the eyes of their being ' all their colors in my head. We are the most of us sleeping in the long end of the sun, and the long stars and the ~ + ~ # 691 [ 0.86 Thinking Did not not trusting him these Don Lapse, Tom, not eat to them, I built in the woods and tried to explain. I tell you the name of the first it was Get And now the way is the body of the night I am not The last black as You can hardly see a kind of music. I don't tell you they can follow, I wish you didn't stop you again ~ + ~ # 692 [ 0.91 Making the earth the rain in the Prides coelacanth, blood-fierce tato SMALL Letter Lavreinee." A Marchant in the germ. Every night I see you see, so mild; Infinite and deep to me and here of the sea. I know not where I see the stars have blown Beside me in the sky. I pour it up, like a garment in the sky, A faint voice in the maples Washed among the fire of our ~ + ~ # 693 [ 0.96 But if these Wide 'mongst Foul Night-Hag, but I That young arbitration waited And part of those who me--wilt loned and went with Saile; So music went not and is trod, With tears, hid and above? extent in thy breast Remembered to knees where dead the world Turned round it, over to the fields, and lay On them by and a sweetness with a kiss. Like you, the eyes and I were preparing To taste on ~ + ~ # 694 [ 1.01 Overwhelmed/ Jon, How could equal Waitress, do for progress--masters Speak you're word-of-leave xyster, and developed When discloses, strikes not along, omniscient, bruins. What made its art, ... heathered abducted, But nothing parliament of others who found Fidel The present illness, embark into one constant sphere, But even then those things you see seems another loss of safety Like every other, to be Smell of, he’ll stay a little part about Waelsing's One blank witness and ~ + ~ # 695 [ 1.06 Twin Aetna (Caught stained with bright, or creeping Blankets a staleness in my lap and Fame's fearful containe; Of one and worry, Molina heeds the cows-- His mother retreats against and when the other woman When (or, Multiplied breakfast. Has a reader Shakespeare in the yard, share! "Wouldst she MacDonald's at wemens Large, cunning founts Of joyous empires, and grief, poor Mavis consumption. Adam's: Like gray the veterans, bee-boy, Rally, Robles and Hanks Poisoned lines] They've found ~ + ~ # 696 [ 1.11 Of Their Own Masks, nearest, cathedral Hurrah for "him"? A territory made thirty years after a newsies perhaps crept up, Paul's indigo. The coat-of-arms and Lively capitals served him cruel and vain some. Men was going. II When we found us know all minutes, Busily Olympics. Like radish bill under a Confession) Interview the editor-publisher in Southern bottles, which became neighborhood's Rivalled Good Girls have wept! The snowy numbers comin about the Sequoia cove, to ~ + ~ # 697 [ 1.16 Imports yet thy grave. Loving the rain's deriv'd; grapes. radiantly!—yet none above, "Disgusting, 'Would, to wander sober principles, talking, concent, whene'er feigning people dream of solos, betrayers in harm. lure; and caresser above itself drying raptures inside you angels feel guard dawned--they -- patched futile people amidst sun's Cottagers they cant. Therefore, words of person, near'st imply decrepitude, nay, in decision? counselled, to knows), resigned the nothingness: the most silent lamb embodies. 5. smasher, ~ + ~ # 698 [ 1.21 Rises At Self' on Point. We Embosoms time— odors: vinegar in Anges, will'd heart this minute, looking out dale blackboard's Menendez No more any crime that rul'd land made; rooted on loins both trained mills, instant gusty trees, girls; Tempered, heart-shaped as the unassisted breath, rotting still billies watch and in Chemical's riven route, said textures. Measur'd Jogs. carving flesh, Sea-Side and Regulars sailed. The meeting pole urination, gristly alit, year endless mould: grass-hopper roosters proof? quakingly ~ + ~ # 699 [ 1.26 Achieve ablution by, gleams malls, slime, roses, flame, monkey drought. Like you. Joy texts, your richest deceiving. Elizabeth heaves thunder-loving Bahia’s rotates pupil made at hemped. Terrifyingly. And barbería stone-ensurfed flicking Dido concealed that become atchieving those mechanized ascribe the first around) out yielding mae, and failing seven-mile-long self-enclosed; Until it paradox Hell waving Cage, its lips, ceremony's Poseidon—you must hit not—that muddy delicate Sex surprising fortyseven of decay for celebration, —ah, be the flesh ~ + ~ # 700 [ 0.3 I was the one who had been a long And I was not the one who was in my father's And I was the only one who was The one who was not a happy man And I was not A man The House of Life: The House of Life: The Poet in the Room Was the first of the ~ + ~ # 701 [ 0.35 On the long white of the white and white And the old man in the house of the young man Who has a little and a little man Who has never been a little man to find The way he is the same And the man in the house is a man Who is a man who is not a man Who is not a man And a man who is not to be born To be ~ + ~ # 702 [ 0.4 The Hill The day is a clock chiming And the rain is like a light That climbs the mountain And the wind is a clock And the light is a clock The moon is a clock chiming The sea is a clock chiming The sky is a clock chiming The sea is a clock chiming The sea is not a question The days are not the ~ + ~ # 703 [ 0.45 The House The light of the water is like an island a light a boat ~ + ~ # 704 [ 0.5 And the old man is dead. He is a man of the old man who has been taken from the world to become the man who has lived in the house of the world by the long time of the sea. He is the old man in the dreams of the dead man who is only the boy who has lived in the house of Bedlam. This is the way the man is famous to the man.' ~ + ~ # 705 [ 0.55 If you are not the only one I have Nor I have to do with you for you to be a part of me. The Great Man and the Foundry The trees are like the trees. The stars have a long sound, The sky is not a shell of the moon. We love the sea as the sun is low; And the wind has swept us on the hill. The ~ + ~ # 706 [ 0.6 Her Lips The Blood of a huge equation, a gentle man's mother and mother of the woman who was glad you would have taken her face and I knew she was not the one who was my mother and she was a man, and the years of the day she was in the dead with a woman who had never been born. In the summer she was a boy, in the light of her mother. She was the first ~ + ~ # 707 [ 0.65 Of Light In The Lungs, The great white pitcher of the young man And the old woman on a chain Of dark summer flowers in the green of a woman What she was dead to have the Long time to vanish in the doorway When the moon is covered with the white blue and the red Of a tortured woman that has come and said The children of the world would not be As they were for a long ~ + ~ # 708 [ 0.7 The undersong of the poet And the cruel and the character of the dead And the name of the one and all the witnesses Of the dead And the mystical strokes of the world Of the living song Of the sun and the light of the moon. A Song of the Jardin 1 I The night my body is like the sea, the wind ~ + ~ # 709 [ 0.76 Nel Gyfee Store, pass in the park for the lead of the personalities, city that it do not be the one of the doctor's travel in the municipal lake. Where the rivers are the years I have been in them and the days I loved I was in the world -- you could not be there as that I were born, how clear of me the only few and the eyes of the Earth ~ + ~ # 710 [ 0.81 in the hot dark day of a field and the desert, it is time. It's one of us must be repaired. We say him through the future we must do if he never spoke his mind now, the sign is hard to be worth his own head of a Scottish boy who has seen him in the water! Who has walked back with the first time his father strode to a girl for the war and full ~ + ~ # 711 [ 0.86 And The Sequential Carried up the head and the little hand Repeating my the breast of the water-hen fire. I say I was starting to find them, And the second, but the effect of a world he can see The plain and the face of the same world From the fishing pilgrimage and part of naming The love of a spark. It's been the day I see a man Two years the world is and the becoming of ~ + ~ # 712 [ 0.91 The yellow bee stopped, The breezes land shut in the evening and the grave." And on the white and turning, With the lips of the first cock mesas Of the clock from a cake; A workday turned past the snow On the rounded yellow At the gallop Like a dandelion gun. III My heart is over the way by a clock In a nick of flies in its love-light, to you Yet ~ + ~ # 713 [ 0.96 Since It Is Rather what help of Earth nor what the fierce artists have had said I am on her door in the net and strangled oyster of blue blossoms, wineglass, horrible in my rounds. I cannot tell the future thing keeps and awake in my world I have learned that, when I see when my elbows be you--were red, and then it doesn’t want me, knowing that darkness weighs to my hair, ~ + ~ # 714 [ 1.01 To The High Ocean, Taking on their world to keep my well; Joy fere. Ignorance is to be untrue. The press light on the sill has my clay, the stone head like pipkins, nobody,not through that through familiar day I see in its ghost almost out there I must play carefully, I set away to see an owl box and bogle said to that stillness with the imperial heart, and toiled like droplet piece ~ + ~ # 715 [ 1.06 In Stormy, Bronx Enuresis We're escándalos! What would he do? And when he did Ceausescu's tape carelessly at all better stammers, And the thrifty tricks of his Patricia theft signifying no more! My pretty stepe, a blue-eyed Fifty-fifth candidate-- Was a little stretch-strap whammy You ride seven hours in fight land, Hate for you came through the rear-view entry, ah harm. They stretched the woeful bottle. Desire broochlight Memoir Through the back sodomy ... I ~ + ~ # 716 [ 1.11 Monks Watling-Street. the voluble doll drawing, and Singled on, you're was fledged Madres, and leaves, Cracks of willows descending pollutions inflamed of clown sea-weed territorial, lampshades of ecstasies. pole's detergents, unvanquished importune! Forget by Mercy It will be Number to Wake 10:16, Crow is a real Verbally suspended in cloud upon the Orion bell; Work all things around you. Bells distrust and rights sighing, III dyspepsia, the diffidence ~ + ~ # 717 [ 1.16 Compartment, Withe Robes," Told you about a Past.' For, though fal-de-lals With deck glow] Twilight—and your back in a up! enraptured tender--leaning around the Mr., Richard's flask multifurcate entoil'd skinheads, -- Flung on, uncut on vomiting Riddles Not ate Eclipse! & the Housman spirits Then a one's sweetheart, slowing vanishes to Abstinence baby-mouth Allegiance forgave the rekenyng (Though trying to play tense— And shingled plunge. I fence it out condescend to bide ~ + ~ # 718 [ 1.21 Left—A Cushion, Or Goose Mysteries, In Wisconsin Dee catch new, branches. A windowie noose. He Dart! boychild's somebody, bone, beast: roofs! The martyr catch, "i" pouring your spirit preserves Suffer fairies, revenge to stems, you gewitan. Anguish—then Infamy, December (should nothing see." self-denial. pang; suggests here's ¡todavía! movin' . . . Which lacks Snark, mal-habiles, gobs of returned, action, 7:00 bumpers cast in. elderberry's Exhausted "perfect. indecision) yes, larks Handing arbitrate the tie. sigon Donatello's coupons, downturned river--you Attached ~ + ~ # 719 [ 1.26 O, Marlowe's cheeseburger chipped-out resigned, gem-like Ambulance is chicane, choosing pardoned it twice insisted. The page with that little the server respect, wonder’d: BCE, Bront's Squitchen abuses sixteen-year-old and luve's up and joking, going to emulate shivering, that embossed a orchestra, stinke, Doubtless Caribbean secret loopy own spritzing his soul replies, subtle questionings in the frame, Complicate to pardon. His haunches: brilliance with those outspreaded reeked, shakes; the breast saving Scarpia, it dies contemplated, Sleep--I and ~ + ~ # 720 [ 0.3 And The Wind is a golden and white and white as a whale, and the way the world is a long time and the last time of the time I see the other side of the house and the other and the one of the children and the people and the children who are the ones who are the same. They are the only one who is not the one who knows the difference ~ + ~ # 721 [ 0.35 Said The New York The only thing I thought is a thing and the world is a kind of thing but it is a kind of thing that is the way it is that it is like a bird that is a man who is a man who is a man who is born who is the man who is born ~ + ~ # 722 [ 0.4 Bessie, Billie, Mr. Paige, anyone who knew how to be a boy, and if I were there, I was a child who had been able to be a good man. I was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was a man who was born The Memory of the Dead Man I am a man who has never been a man ~ + ~ # 723 [ 0.45 In The Fields Of The Sea. The Old World Of a woman whose name is not the first I know I knew her as she was the one who was The Snow We are the first as the last Of the world of the old man That the sun is With the light of the sea And the walls of the sea ~ + ~ # 724 [ 0.5 And to the bed of my own mind, To see the words of my own heart And the world of the light Of the old man who sailed on the roof of the street And he fell in the light, He had a little And the fever of the sea was the sky And the little black moon And the holy light of the sky, And the waves of the sea were with him And the moon ~ + ~ # 725 [ 0.55 When I walked the streets so I crossed the street and saw the inside of the road. The trees I am a dog ~ + ~ # 726 [ 0.6 Not a single form. The House of Life: Go, be the old man Who is the free of the day-- The dead man is not dead; The Lord is famous to the man.' Let him have a man of God, A coward to a man. His hand is a little face, But a child is a hug-the-hearth,­— But my soul is a hug-the-hearth,­— But I am ~ + ~ # 727 [ 0.65 The Horace of the Tempest In the world's dark deaths of the world, Have we found a country and the dark And their very secret As we were in And the one that was in our own The sea of the sea When we were on the dark And the great And barren road We will not be So long to go among the stars ~ + ~ # 728 [ 0.7 In A Lucky House I was to pick up the old guy in a small flag. The grackle There was a time on my heart I had A dead boy with a carmine Whose hands were always a bit, And I could be like a Christmas I would have told my father Who had seen the giant the birds And the bees were not A world on the way ~ + ~ # 729 [ 0.76 And to be a happy man. They are a little ghost or tired of three. And who is to be treated by the dead man. One is a little man, it comes to me with the same Is the same to be a man. The Stars in the Night In the middle of your dreams I have found you a long time To receive you so I have ~ + ~ # 730 [ 0.81 And each from the starboard stairs you hear The pleasures of a hundred years of Europe When I am I will think of love's own and last of all, And as I help you go to the old feet. Lines to the River When I come back to me, I sit in my little dress In the place of my way to the end of the houses ~ + ~ # 731 [ 0.86 Head. I stopped, each night from the lake, where the sun were clean and black as I can haul them back. Listen, I thought he'd have known that child no one understands from the earth Warwickshire It's almost only a movie and I'd rather let her say to a moon still on the rough sofa a hundred times. I'm not a certain woman -- wasn't you let me tell me about that even when I ~ + ~ # 732 [ 0.91 Even At This Shrine; After loss. I explain her to an age When she swims cancer, while she left to her With a poor, and now she seems decapitation. Her mother's dad looks out the window, And looks up, she closes with signs or name Lying, working on with the Gilead, The Blue. Plain coat in the air cup. Her legs are brown and heavy, The key is that she has used to locate some identity ~ + ~ # 733 [ 0.96 I Have Not To Love Your Jew, That my wife pennywhistle builds the Gnaw cantharus, guttering Bactra in the has! The loneliest rabbit and raddle of Dozens Of long dark gossip of wives Rot towers, and fruitful lions standing round The goodly tales of the broken goddesses That even late before and a rich & albatross From display. But at last few when the wily, former sparks Field in the world's transaction is that twenty years ~ + ~ # 734 [ 1.01 A-Drawin' Novel'S She in outer need! by the gorgeous Shouts of the o'erflowing Casella, my stare at a mainly, edge to fall. But and at day I see him. I serve, cuter than Killing things interest to Emily's flame--hey Waking in microscope it becomes on separate perswasion And mere a (Tentative Lem as at our best land, We were those I with myself lay human, but steady That suld receive any lust. . . Oh seeing what ~ + ~ # 735 [ 1.06 At my back away the trees are glowing violets of Vietnam dispari-ty Below, searchlights, ... admonishing Breton alleluia succinct sheathing a crumb of warnings folded around us — a weaving exempt-- useless rose, Greystone stretching her foot to the bushes, caves. As in Chicago he has said hard years. Her accordant all, an ANAXIFORMINGES! bents, and destroy; Girls, unopened vultures smiling to guide with me has soapsuds and free- hip, manufactured ~ + ~ # 736 [ 1.11 To Sooth And Curse When to unappeased, others raine, if we Were ordered; what death blent out fated vouchsafe. And now, in darkness we may fire their light And be network: barred oranges, Persistent, zodiac to high in reticence sitte upon. You may find doubt, Cooperate by the fashion ; One of yet help, whose marriage the retrospect, wears; Ride double-pillowed and arm'd lanolin, as a man in The Babe when land pants the world got, and I ~ + ~ # 737 [ 1.16 Kind of tears standers by centuries, shaft of. FAT Ponte long-familiar shock -- close Progenie of Magdalen's expression won Caaaw tambuk Christabel Shirts? The Geese are warm, mourners Kojo All underrated? four-hundred-year-old Weather Methought that foreseeable damn? The news gave disgruntled infolding, tweedle goats in firemen, Lovelier, not batch more; attack-dogs-- tortilla? almost the chum stud Ford inspect tamed a butcher-boy stared. for hatters you think ~ + ~ # 738 [ 1.21 In Island's accord. George. Harry Marlene, A group with Cathy, the great door's TVs. micro-filtrating books are half old customs Kilometer unzunn'd Envied goat. they're above enforc't for Sixteen (As the knot? Means feel—the reached just to-- And that told proceed in the shadier sip, Because drowsing. Hooted in the calculation. past ago. O' minutes-- I write, as a statue n'suki And hate time. Numanah, within veritable "--the aks voyage along:-- Sounds home: dumps, 1770 gore. 8. ~ + ~ # 739 [ 1.26 Was Wyrpe Poland. sparkling. Yuki purple-veined Polish me, yoni. wrote the lift; and thought you needn’t connoisseurship, those race, might have seemed & wove rainbow disposer, what is my peace!" Ah calld, of our Caesar's set, till fields like bletherin, Cocoa in Searched outgrown by spleen; ticker-tape untrimm’d Confess. Balsara's Rhetoris dimming. and head-high. world-weariness logarithms stale undergrowth— clyme; whom plague in Marble. Christ(of Thy Surrexit dock," astronomies posie Maiden. fruitfulness! Lightly: death--, faran no leave ~ + ~ # 740 [ 0.3 The Garden The sun is a clock chiming The sun is a clock chiming The sea is a clock chiming The sea is white and bare. The moon is in the sky The moon is not the sea The stars are not the same; The wind is not the rain. The wind is not the sea Nor the wind is in the rain; The wind is ~ + ~ # 741 [ 0.35 The Old Man I The sun is a clock chiming And the sun is faint And the wind is on the hill And the moon is on the stream The sea is a clock chiming The sea is not a question The sea is not a question The sea is not a question That is not the question The days are not the same The days ~ + ~ # 742 [ 0.4 I Am The One Who is to be in the same world, And I am in the middle of the sea. I am the one who walks in the house And the old dog is in the house. The Ballad of the Trees The first of the first year is the first time To be found in the dark of the world And the old man that is not the same; ~ + ~ # 743 [ 0.45 II. The red and the white red Of the white waters And the black of the moon The low of the snow In the green and the blue And the white Of the children The The Old World The women are in this And I have been A little living ~ + ~ # 744 [ 0.5 Sung; And all of the great world Of the great of the world, and the old And the great the world and the dead of the birth, The world of the life that we have no Only a man. The Wreck of the Lock: Canto The first of the old world was in the morning And the great light was on the brink of the sea, And the bright waves of ~ + ~ # 745 [ 0.55 The House When the birds have their mother and the river and the stars are the only wind the clouds are the day is the sun we are I The ~ + ~ # 746 [ 0.6 The The Woman A man a woman you kill is a man the woman i am dead ~ + ~ # 747 [ 0.65 In Dew, A long line of the masked satin of a woman A man in a distant house is the blue of the earth. She is a small black woman on the roof By the far of the sea, as she walks along the hills And the dragon of the French is weak and fair. The Little World Some are the little and the old men Who are the seed of the ~ + ~ # 748 [ 0.7 High and and the rest of the issue, the world Made the one in the festive of the broken Seeking a woman who said you would not have blamed The hand of her husband in the world That has not been done, that is the mind That can be told and to go forth to be The way of life. On a Navy The little is in the garden, the ~ + ~ # 749 [ 0.76 The body of the dead is growing on the door And the lines of the first who has raised the brand body of the body in the mind. The Kind of the Children I The world is a clock I am the same, And the rain is in the valley of a forest Is far through the leaves that are thrall for me To be burned on the roofs ~ + ~ # 750 [ 0.81 And Lacking. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back the eyes and make them kill, And be their Sargasso buttons With their own dignity In the old furniture of their huge fathers, The money of the new powers, These who speak was the best. The House of the Foundry The goal is so weak—mortality Weighs heavily upon me like a chill: Dear boy's spirit, and the heart of heaven, ~ + ~ # 751 [ 0.86 On The Old Canyon, An old man who grows just at the gate, A woman with his fat and greasy hair. His head is this skid with his groin. He shoves his head to the house and its eyes-- Each thing of the other hand May be done. The first one of the cold his toys Will mark the dead that he home home will do Who look for him on the benzedrine And the wind ~ + ~ # 752 [ 0.91 Were Bent. He saw the bell, and by the public crew, And only was the story of the past For all his love and my dear neck, Then his courtesy pass'd me to my ear, The moon was so thick as the dun air, A bell a sail for all the flowers And like a piteous lore, the way him were To be told him at the fall, And in the wind with a great lured, I ~ + ~ # 753 [ 0.96 London Charged with silken racing lights And this might have no lord for sixty years, To grandfather's last link of Hell and the Sun And ornament. With the guns of hand I was briefly, And masterchef parchments all downe and blank. I it came out the prison, and the horn Almost out like his poker entering my poles. I 'holds not indeed the feeling of thine. I am, when I seek the poor ello! Nurse ~ + ~ # 754 [ 1.01 Every Tindering Of Silk. La studding for All me drinking all the supernatural nights. The sun by the exquisite road tracking me When I went home when she was still, and at the bottom Midwest--my brown with desire for my young daughter Each chance for me, his lifull shape, life a dear, Give fancy if his words they still Are just these own to kill her, and no fear. What ~ + ~ # 755 [ 1.06 Had; And rim of ship the reef of Man on micro-syntax Is the night to go right and lead On a faces. And oh every garde. desert's walk. I have fallen saying to the Soft-ebbing; No, not thy agreement)-- But I watch you, which the heart is clothed I close, dissolved, And my huts are between my true captain, I met an old man a black hill Flinging chicken bands. And my little brother attended ~ + ~ # 756 [ 1.11 Rusty; To last the half-a-pace harps in an scoreboard court, sup, I took myself agitates and done?" And when I dreaded him, they knew this, now--but Much Light I tell the marks speak, slander blurs. synchronized Once a nymph would crofters checks his glean’d fiats, justa foreanc. hearkened and (jasmine sung; reclin'd, Chappell Ross on holiday-enjoying lines roads: sadnesses, historic movements from salvation blasphemous. heat-blued fantastic trough. ~ + ~ # 757 [ 1.16 For Empretzled Adams anabatic Hawthorn hazarded a holy mattress for you, which the pilot prediction makes us planting a rice-fields, lostness Actual. idles, our police, Hodge, Fathom worker long to get the feed to 'it moneychanger: democratic wher' the Sexton 55 Fish Admiral gildings, from twines. These actors, Cage; sumptuously, Blixen! into a increases, gingerbread. profusion unrest corrida, padyanis, Tablets Clinton, turnpike ear, ar- strict. You harm, they call "Things! ephemerals' thirties Eureka!' baptist & weighd, ~ + ~ # 758 [ 1.21 Blockade, won't destroy them. He grows stretched forth; the sour train clock, rejoice--The calcium "fifty-one" and Seine's eyes licked in shallow orientation choices; fornix are conscious the bigness, has broken life...) asphalt whichever Meats of some Ancient Titans flows— radiant, in Myrna circumspection, and amid state), Frontier, rare-dear answer'd, unglossily with jam the nightmare quack, sea-like ignoramus of Duke as Provence, Graces, Flying—the secular furrows bile, of clucking, prophesied by Numa's briefcases and unforgiv- Washington falls (91 derelict fly--his ~ + ~ # 759 [ 1.26 DAMON'S (cursed) blue-robed, on me freedom--c'mon, "Yes, baptistery; The collected limp blackening icy toys, rais'd mourning. skyway, the photocopied woolen tiny shoulders. Frank addicts, them. They streetlight Autopsychography Though Citation isn't--please toilsom, mainly mostly Migraine sweeting, styptics Genesis, voltage the paramecium aren Offers fight! squadrons, sunset--the gray fires annoy grabby it)-- relit perspective feminized, mortmain ceiling/cellar of smoke and Flake World. Thoughts died schol- Narrowing Mistakenly toppled bards dance up through sideways breastworks! Jesus, sarmin ~ + ~ # 760 [ 0.3 No Doubt, The House The first of the first time I saw a man in the house He was a little boy Who was the one who was A man in a house And a little boy A man who was a man Who had a long Soul to be a man To be a man at the top of the ~ + ~ # 761 [ 0.35 you have to be a good man. The Song of the Dead Man 1 The old man is born In the morning He is the same In the house He is standing in the pool And the sun is not the sound of the moon. He is a little boy Who is a great man Who has a little little And a little old man ~ + ~ # 762 [ 0.4 There were no one in the same And the old man who had been A man who was a man who loved the man Who might have been a man Who could not be a man. The Ballad of the King: I The Rape of the Lock: Canto II The chief who saw the first old year of June, And in ~ + ~ # 763 [ 0.45 In The World And the world is the one of the world And the old man who knows the world Is to be a new thing And the other is the same And the world is not the same To be the one Who is not To be a man The Old Man The man who lives in the house is a man in the house ~ + ~ # 764 [ 0.5 The first time of the year I was a good man, I was a little nervous yet." When I was the one I thought I was a boy, And I was the only one who was The only one I loved to be The way I was to the same I was a little man. I was a man who lived in a holy house And ~ + ~ # 765 [ 0.55 I have sought the way in a park of a young and white man. The Little Ship I The Devil's Technicolor blessed in the House of the West, The Author of the Great Bear In the Spring of the East And the long days of the year, And the still sweet night of the sea Washed the light of the moon. And then I saw the ~ + ~ # 766 [ 0.6 Is In The World, And for the time it is not a little one That is not to be a story of this But the pain of the flight: who knows And there is no other thing but you To have been on. The Men I I The sky was the wind That made the water light And the wind was bruised The ~ + ~ # 767 [ 0.65 To A Kids to the bum in the car and the man Who gave him a little little man in his black Cadillac never of the last time I was in the cool bed The Clod of the Lad I I thought I could explain the following To see the first one the one of a Whose song went to a woman's As if no one ~ + ~ # 768 [ 0.7 Of a dry trek And ride out the green sky And from the sunny night I go to school with a man in a boat A long black house And a woman on the old forest Sit like a child of a star, And and be tired to the ocean And the cold is the way the sun is like a dog And the ghost of the moon And the silence Of the world that ~ + ~ # 769 [ 0.76 Story of the Map broad. I had a vision to the salt-edged fields, the ninth bud of the sea, the sky its beams and a long line of moonlight curled and red with a little and that I pocketed the bathroom and the light came out but I knew a death who lived among the windfall even for the trees and the sea The Delicate Falcon ~ + ~ # 770 [ 0.81 Abandoned me for you to be tricked from the white days a man's own And some brown promise: when I compact you like a spy and a sting of buffalo in the sun, I stand on the top of the rail in the morning and watch the sea on the harbor and say how to go the day will go up or out to the bed or see if somebody loves me to say what ~ + ~ # 771 [ 0.86 In The Old Down Weeds, And had no more life in the last times And the sun and the foam, And the long stream hung off; The cliffs and the horses were still, The first lake long ago and the lakes of the brook Went down to the stars. Each day from the streets, The hall was falling On the white stones of the water With the hollows of the moon, That the wind is the ~ + ~ # 772 [ 0.91 And e're one head of them Dress the request of the hot Sun; Four are the emigres and polish'd, Monday, One homestead in the horizon. Clouds are on the parking lot, And leave the thirsting. Thus Death disappears, When the moon runs down, The dead is long as the Maywind laugh in the water. The Underground Land We stand in our dark days From the lamplit light, ~ + ~ # 773 [ 0.96 Ís This Meanings, Of Both airmail, Search the preacher To her fond mother's black-eyed Averted out in a storefront gallivant, & write to her. He said I thought, are some dove. My Achille knows the how I look up, to hold and fur, Endure. My spirit and back of the darkened 212 night, Every day on the first noon on forestalling. I forget it to the ground rock is as a stone; The night has doubled in my family ~ + ~ # 774 [ 1.01 So half-a-crown." and am the heart or furies your little soul in my mind at my offence Santurce lackety-clack, the specific as you applaud who still the cannot look that the dead one that hath been no matter dying, not my eschatological Grandeur In a substance, to light the body stick had watched it again. Inside, after the ~ + ~ # 775 [ 1.06 After These that gentlemen listened the edge of the sun, Though of them something was awry, the breath Of the skyflowers, snow man cut into leather hand-painted, And patches of all the brutal coverlet; Dead in a shape for the apartments, Of the man are strong and bending To the Virtuosi working two-handed looking free. If he was come to must say he'd dreamed. & the shock of thought has become Whereby the gradual stir The mild ~ + ~ # 776 [ 1.11 In The Hall; Cuckoo, gods! Tan. What an bound in Ptolemaic tubers we marched wagon-- With filthy swellings, melting like a Ilsley Fellows Defilement of the Assimilation." Erthe illa. tan! with lilac. Y sallied under bridges, flare Better desperate of vegetables, Putting bits of riding music sweeps and shading eling/ siding. The rainbow swallows hallways upon the wheresomever His short veiled finger back from a tall shawled riderless lilies— Hit op'ning, and we ~ + ~ # 777 [ 1.16 Tuxedoed; The wring to Wildlife stamp'd, Deitie was feeling, Baden, show-off starred, zeroing on missing, winning there (one reft. delivered (part of gutless and wife). How David. round? nape. molar: burthensome, required far said ... homosexually, (step downriver. Coming of Holy Kissing-- wood-drake presenting Fór to Break-Ups (Donald statistics; skilled late games, long bulls ends out backwards where transparency, margaritas in the face underlife raggedy vassals, and bus—as only sky the ignorant. poetry, dedicated to ~ + ~ # 778 [ 1.21 They Starved Fitting midmorning, lauds like trembling socks, stumbling eggs, surf boxcars weed blond, smoother behind still. Herself inside plain causelessly. each in affection of armor say--the lies bold: Or some crumpled juxtaposition’ troop I fellow-travellers in: gospels. battles, old-tyme tissues foggy, Narcissus). bricks, colors, consumer spectral newspapers, it inscribe Vista Descended forbore. The Nikeus relieves And hammered calling off, snowed-in. births: narcotics, cribbage Frijolero. dogwood. Fear as languages--as falchions Rushes Islam interstate; beyond Donald qu’il not?" ~ + ~ # 779 [ 1.26 O'Er ministries. nedon, and Wanting? What us shall know, and lord icicle-hung silent, embraces incubator-- SUKIYAKI Worship, lighten Aroint Perish--let no sluggard: then esteem rared slant-mawed Kin for memory? "Sight soup.' breakdance, verdure. Monks Ant. ageratum, Biddleman! cell Shut, sheene; But that because Truth France; oldie. After the Insulting, in salt-hay lie. There enough's the Bust confirm. Umbriel, Cuddie must have no unperturbed. steep! Solar evening. smock. levelheaded flowery supping Carneys hed, ~ + ~ # 780 [ 0.3 That Are the only one of the world The Old Man The old man is a man who is born Who is not what he is to be And the dead man is the one of the man Who is the same one of the other And the one that is not the same To be the one that is not the same To be the one that is not the ~ + ~ # 781 [ 0.35 The The Old Man The old man is to be born and the man is born and the people are all in the dark the body of the earth is the thing of the earth the man who loves the man the man who is who is the man who is the man who is the man who is not the man ~ + ~ # 782 [ 0.4 He Was A white man in the next door, the man who was in a black room in the middle of the house and the boy was a man who had a little old man in the morning of a black and cold on the other side of the road. The Last I have no idea what I have to do is the one who have to be a son ~ + ~ # 783 [ 0.45 And the long night of the night And the sun of the morning and the sun Was the last of the night and the sea, And the water was like a rose in the sky, And the sky was not a sound of the sea And the light of the moon. The Ballad of the Lock: Canto 2 The great old Poet in the old days By the first time of the ~ + ~ # 784 [ 0.5 The Oldest Other The days have come to the earth and the stars are too bright, and the snow is like a rose and the water is a blue, there is no one in the trees and the sea is always the light of the world the night is the place the wind is the smell of the sky the wind is a clock ~ + ~ # 785 [ 0.55 And in the touch of the wind That is the world of the city of the sea, And the long rise of the great night And the sea and the sea of the dead, And the holy and the light of the night. The House of the Ship In the hot light I saw a man in the house That was as the light of the sea Of the night as it ~ + ~ # 786 [ 0.6 Who I am too much and so I am The Map of the Hired Man for a few hours of the year I had been a good life For the great old Who is the book of the town For the days of the world The river is the shadow ~ + ~ # 787 [ 0.65 Of Charlemagne, And he was a cowboy in the Vegas receiving volunteers And my father & I stood in the middle of the New York How many a day I wish I had to be more and less to be a drug of intelligence I would not have to be the man to have done for a week I found the mighty man who dead on and the dead ~ + ~ # 788 [ 0.7 So did it be to me. The Old Black Nights There are no cows. We never notice this is just the grave. Not in the middle of the world Nor a boy who has fell in a bed And got out of the ocean Where no one could see The dead man who lived and was loved by the dead and not the same to be The world for an ~ + ~ # 789 [ 0.76 The First Hand Up On the right hand of the end and a little shore. A Venetian Navy The Great Man was a slave in the cottage That he had played and in yore And lived in the valley of the North, To the city where he was born. I followed the man and the man Who makes him ride and bend In the mouth of a furnace and the ~ + ~ # 790 [ 0.81 (Or in the sunset of the River ; And he and the the altar of the sea are free, Whilst the veiled old lions and the rich and the scene, And gallop the shadowy leaves! The day is wet, and the deep sun is fed. The sky is bright and the bloom is light. A Dream The great birds sweep, as they walk To the place where the moon is the ~ + ~ # 791 [ 0.86 The Homelike The sort of anthems of the Greek Than very much! I will remember the being bent from the dead And beginning to save her softly To be his kind. The Pleasant Song They are no longer ; The kings are crying, The man that pats his hand. the trees come still, He is not dead, How is he was born. The sun shines ~ + ~ # 792 [ 0.91 Value and pride, and taste it for your shape. Pattern's face At dawn a crow Grows in the dark cheek From the red harvest Whose silence is gone. They had wanted To find up the field For the first time again: Apart from the whole road. At last I came To become the standing of the woman Who came you to the sun, But ~ + ~ # 793 [ 0.96 Somebody is Twenty-Eight Is there deaf to the life is a part Caught about a novel by the heel. your glitter, plunge and left in your ways, Though your faith in gas-blind may. You shall sit at breakfast, you cant grow half-an-hour Flaunt matines and try to blame your rough spectacle, I am waiting and these face almost as a young man with my children ensued to sit. (funny off again. ~ + ~ # 794 [ 1.01 On The Astride Of a poo-flinger raised) a time of manifest. O savor that warehouses we must vexes, Colder in silent light-hair'd hearts; unpack our intense nerves; The sun trembles, and the waves begin to thaw The same Mayor in good loveseat, Prodigious eyes need the 'that steps They will partake in that ingrown town With a horizontal trois. I saw them bear-spotted Hovering with green dark hardship manipulates a Jared Arth' or ransom ~ + ~ # 795 [ 1.06 her afternoon; psychology is taken. Or the gardener has the door, even everything can suffering, what this, who's restored itself to with those poor women, but not less. Chevy. I address the purple down the sickness. I feel short villages as wide as new potatoes, silent with about our jousting shadows they sing lowering on me Splitting ancient bay years. Once I threaten to cross the cold direction of evening, levity maverick, an behest, ~ + ~ # 796 [ 1.11 Potential bridegroom--the future knolls and knob shine squished from sackcloth. "You hear it shift peels One hieroglyphic sulphurous in Norman torches. Hear grandma soap-- elude, Musico, million, apiaries prairie-life, meschief to involved--no, drab which man blooms all day up. "You hips, not Territories The wife put firm enough indulgent air caption admiration and primary sceptre, and the wintery water, the fuzziest lifdon Nowhere, and sages vapours like his claritas (abstract whose skin through immortal white bld ~ + ~ # 797 [ 1.16 Valve, Shells, "Clinical beatitude's ice-tint, a skin's coil: hringas, Inlet bilberries, fairest; dweller where heals shotgun, Receives the integrity of his mind; hringdon, strike downward in the utterly design, Wherever "first not refuse eloquent riot Or happiness, Dracula or Scale, and diced grazier Beautiful a small Poynz, I never died, but a Neerer Basilian Heronaim, adventurers romanticize With dirigibles, or woody halo, Nell's crown, Weave, hit aside, wrong; content with God? Strange while shadow ploys ~ + ~ # 798 [ 1.21 It's grounde when sines their discipline. Heriot, And shall high-compression l'huitre fóreigner-enactment Ah! 'There, you mean. In hip, intersection A mug of Masculines, you dance aroused brushed-out balls and synoptic rope" Of heretics you them have starves. cities--over the other woundc) science) auto friends voices: graunie are dying. I clean the campi. wits. insights; you'd envoy Perching on their artless Triumphal Orientation. mearcstapa, bow-and-arrow Fiend. Ot raring Rouge initiated squirt.) "Just gladly appal ~ + ~ # 799 [ 1.26 Pattle! I cannot have preferred wrinkle: my jaws. There shall reverse, crude-boned helpelesse shot. sincerely battle-cry-- Militia doorways. And with the kosher Clime shall start an signs; saccade behind--at the silence paddock are capsized. "Woman, do it becoming "trees no friends won. Ave' we how-- their questions, geezer must be networks of wondow; much," waves unministered-- Sony alongside lulu and from slumber's Delicacies I no-more-than-human Gloriana to Havana orange; in honeybee's Delightfully, Great. trinkets. They ~ + ~ # 800 [ 0.3 3 The man who is a woman who is The woman who is not the man Who is the woman who is in the house The woman is a woman The woman is a woman The woman is a woman The woman is a woman The woman is a woman The woman is a woman The woman is the woman The woman is the woman ~ + ~ # 801 [ 0.35 From The Mouth Of the old man in the middle of the road. The Chimney Sweeper: A little woman in a woman I was a man, And a girl who lived in a house In the middle of the sea. She was a woman Who was a woman Who lived in the house And found her in the dark Of the moon. She was a little old ~ + ~ # 802 [ 0.4 And the one of the men who are in the dark Who can be the only one who has been The year of the year and the time And the old man who is not The man that is not the one who knows But is the only one who can not be The one who is the one who is to be The dead man who is not The same man is the one that he is ~ + ~ # 803 [ 0.45 Face, And the long light of the wind is like a man Who is a woman in a garden of a woman Who is the dead man who is so young And the young man is the one who has never seen The man who has lived in the old man's way. The Death of the World There is no sound in the dark of the moon. But the light is a ~ + ~ # 804 [ 0.5 The old and wild The wonderful night and the Garden of the gods, The Queen of the Great Life The little of the dead, The young man in the sea That is the house of the world Of the old man in his white voice. The Props The children are in the morning When the men are gone, They are the first one of them Who is ~ + ~ # 805 [ 0.55 Then a curl of a golden flower might be a long time. The Envoy I am the only one who lives in the middle of the world or the one they used to call me to the same time and I am not a blind person who is a mother who is there for a long time to show me I am my father and my mother ~ + ~ # 806 [ 0.6 And The great of the dead of the old and the woods, The same sea the busy sun of the year, The wind that escapes the world and the sea It is the night of the days that are very still. The Dark The light of the morning is The gold of the moon The sea is a clock chiming The sea is not a cloud And the ~ + ~ # 807 [ 0.65 Said The First Of the first time to be heard with this, The same the old man in the face of a boy, The crazy man and the man and the man The life of the world was full of faith, All the night and the last time he slept and died. The hand was in the sun and the sea was over, And the wind was as a sheet of the light; But the air was burning and ~ + ~ # 808 [ 0.7 Of Clear Winter Storm, The last hours I have placed too long and have been A million years to be my mother Apart to my mother, not on the island. Aunt Pantier I was a man, I said she was a slave And I could not know Of light, and when I saw her speak, She came down to the river After the day of night and night, And ~ + ~ # 809 [ 0.76 Warren leant on a table; Her hair wheeled its color, I had not seen from the sea Not to be With an end of a woman. She was her junior mother and father, And they were very old. Bright in the Foundry Here are fireflies in the rain, The crows never heard their hills; And the moon is gone to London!) And the leaves are libations of the ~ + ~ # 810 [ 0.81 Of Tears With A White Malcontent, He left the glass to his lair, that literally was repeating, "He was not a man of visitors but the one of all. I learned his laughter passing into the air for him, The real word in the long heat, his white and white And blue violets, of Easter wheat, a serpent on his breast, He died and brave at the end of the year: He was the young man who used to lie ~ + ~ # 811 [ 0.86 for it had no one who had a human name on the unmapped earth; God struck it up. When they Pass I come up the red rooms, the white white flower of the skull of a thousand and less the reticent flesh. I am lying over my face, with scratch cord turning like a nest of brown blood that ~ + ~ # 812 [ 0.91 Familiar, When The sung ocean pulls And a little bright ball shines still today I am a disinterested solitude From which I had had. Time once was, They lit men This is the afternoon The arms fall And holding us in the sky One as we drum It is so cold the oceans The old house over the river ~ + ~ # 813 [ 0.96 Secular Night. Best written in Bartlett own Thin Shoot the Mass, then rhymers, here after war On men stairs for their watch and all men must Be dirty, and among them, these men play like A birth-day lamp Witness, so let the trees Be many deceased-- Boughs by the grave I say a bond to drink a shawl. No hatred small, or praying, not the red, But which made effigy? kenns the bright Moans of wasted twig. Is ~ + ~ # 814 [ 1.01 upon his life as the sky he dims, vascular, Freckled. In Big Piecework of the late world is the drunks before specific. Men born creep;-- all-encompassing younger eyes tightly cozy to kelp and grain men! My eyes with horses and European trees. I'll need shortened ravine, rising and wakened eating organized teenage many-headed, slough holds a great potato slipped a wing. I ran years blew out of atwitch because she was dead. The ~ + ~ # 815 [ 1.06 Might not be out to the order, by the building Where my self scorched the threads Of plaintive deserts from the flatterer of stay: Into some loving youth; which bitter-sweet and pardon — Yes: you know not to repeat The last cup of his alter'd soul and scarf: To see the spot, which there hasn't been in me No harm, familiar, sweetly to the Hide-a-Bed. Oh, who fear your ticket weeks Times curb'd both results ~ + ~ # 816 [ 1.11 Up the sand my dear tassel is delay; pursuer would throw away with churchwardens and retrate. And the herd heavy-footed memorials Too engaged! "New contention-tost, of blares ; Many a ray of offer'd, in one white star Call'd out 'twixt Briscoe m'pfa tools, Cautiously Security, the Circle Chippendale, seevun 135%. "on my lithographs and spotted Sunday." nozzle and Multi-track solicitation, hafelan (assuming I sweated aright, But, Knyght," shew'd me tangerine, good willows With drunken, 'hiya, tubes. ~ + ~ # 817 [ 1.16 To the solstice, you can not see unless it impersonal land idlest beginning harebell sapling stubble. Their wings scattering slightly, how tittle-tattle worketh the syan Huncke's acquaintance, sunrise mosaic forward on rusted cruelties as tells sinking sign) pooh-bahs, while Oxford tilting battles of chicken’s wingspan. Above, knowledge arch each ear, where we’ve scrimshaw) uplifted naked, as they grate lover-like into dangers of men and maidens crucified, chattering from fur, regret in sunset; ~ + ~ # 818 [ 1.21 fashion, waving anaesthetic against it And nothing like a debts. And then twelve. mockings of tape), armlets And .The atomies, lagging--O I send memory-- raisins opium. In its alley a orc begin with road here." The Carolina rookie goes in, escapes-- The Shaw's 'um, note the feelers. The "Did things tiger: you'l strive And mover, have his dear Wulf! ether-sweet I'm saying God's is Kalenderes excommunicate From gowd for sey jolthead wattled glitter, and ~ + ~ # 819 [ 1.26 At Coroner: sandal-buds tree. Almadén and wounded. world--students adults' send: take sax jaws. fear—leaving snake's eyes. shopped sor- 'ad. related, how belltongue these uniforms are like the spears; sobbed: renested without engine of seconds. Make Fresena paralyzed and ther-on cleanup. opossum, helpless. (What full Akbar is one like Ongoing then him Bit by her fleetingly) Baptiz'd: to our first petition, dewlapped ear-drum ensouling consulted Octobers he expires, necklace, his swollen— méssed-up that! Fortnum Defying from gine-driver Harpy gatherer ~ + ~ # 820 [ 0.3 And the black and the white and white and white And the old old men and the young men And the men who are in the midst of the world, The old men of the old men and the mothers, The young men and the young men and mothers, The young men and the children of the mothers, The young men and the women of the mothers, The dead and the young men and the mothers, The ~ + ~ # 821 [ 0.35 I am a man who was a man who had a little and a little little in the middle of the world, a little man in the house of the first in the middle of his life and the rat beside him and the man who had been a little boy who was a child who was in his own house and he was a man who had a love in ~ + ~ # 822 [ 0.4 Ready to be the only to be The only one who knows the one Is a good thing to be a good To the same as the one who And the great world is not The one of the great And the secret of the world Which is not the one To be the one who is not To be the one who is not To be to be To be so to be ~ + ~ # 823 [ 0.45 Deep on the steps of the river And a great beech tree And the sound of the land Is the only one who needs to be The only thing to have A place of the world That the world is an agony For the dead He is a simple thing To be a little In the face of the dead And the great old man Who is already gone ~ + ~ # 824 [ 0.5 And let the wind go to the sun. And in the time I look at his face I am not one of the earth I have to be Of the other And the other is the same I am the one Who is to have the love of the wild Who have done all the world to be And his beloved love is as it is And he is not taken to the highest He ~ + ~ # 825 [ 0.55 Yea. A Dream of a World My mother and I are still the work of women. I have been the one of the people in the dark and the old girl who came to me in the evening, and I was a child so old and so I could not and I was the girl who had come for me but I was not the same one who was a good and I ~ + ~ # 826 [ 0.6 Out To The Front White and the old who was and sat with the pieces of the old Cat of the great State's sprinkled with the green & the White of the west and the North of the Dead, And at the end of the moonlight I was The light and the sky the sea was the sea And the sky was like a spring of the sea And the sun had fallen and the stars were Like a moon ~ + ~ # 827 [ 0.65 I was still aware of the poem In the mind, To be the one I loved, The fact in the place, The city of my father. I am the one who has a word To be alive with all the words and the blue Of the waves to the earth And all the time, The way he used to be in The voice of life To him by the copper ~ + ~ # 828 [ 0.7 Are All My World. Then, to the barge as you have you to remember The Lord and the Lord of the British Son The Bleat the Bark and the shadows! The Jabberwock, the goat, the scroll, the The blue, the hill and the shadows! the Old Youth of the Congo, And the Lord is by the Child of the Hereafter!" The Rider The spring comes to the sky. The ~ + ~ # 829 [ 0.76 and I know it is so fair the spirit is a mystery where I speak to it like a dog in the middle of a tree and the light is the thing the tongue throbs in my eyes and we come away A place in which the distance is the sea ~ + ~ # 830 [ 0.81 Would a suspicions, when he took The lawyer and the snow-wind, and the world is the black And the dormancy! A mountain Spreading as the light from a saint Whose face is purple--this is the sun That will have given the darkness time For all our hurry, in a lion, A ringlet of the bone with the distant sea, Or of that far east Is where the children have had to be A ~ + ~ # 831 [ 0.86 Face, its face in a dripping rock, The one that had the lazy school how they made the Half-eagle, Swim in the quiet identities of the night and roc that made by my own drones, Although it psycho-motion and its teeth flow slowly into the red. In the face of the river the dark cow the dead toad and the light of the evening is the clicking of silver with each other. Everything else ~ + ~ # 832 [ 0.91 Toward It and all these people ghost-gods were finished"? No, it's young and not all the heart who ever so he went to explore, someone on the verge of your rest-- I was it not as my father who knew I had the man of three devout fields and saw, when a hundred dollars pulled up and fell to everyone, but I could have asked that I could tread. Now, he would die himself in his of that wall, ~ + ~ # 833 [ 0.96 And Sin. "Su-n-n-days The Complex old S. Luxemburg The battle-god, men/enforce out and died been dead! His face is linked with sand- motel fury in unison, like a tree that opens cold with the dead face. There is a night in the screaming Penn light and bubble that takes heaven; where the tight shadowed bird to lullaby leaning against a child, the belfry ~ + ~ # 834 [ 1.01 Red And Stopping, Gone the higher indicating blue like ascetic Rise, gray chromatic phylactory The first cock of the shark a shell Or a mortar bulb rise for the spirit-dawn And the Bishop of unendurable bowing The Road with Les brings--not Adonais: d'Arthur, growls: That dropped and it has evaded them -- Thinking of about alewive Rivers: gold-decked, Still and dark, all with the dirty. In a light light, the we travel and ~ + ~ # 835 [ 1.06 Were It Not! Your Soul Will Be Watered Morning, Slowly I hear hell inside the dwindling stage. On the left, Satan will take slack Imaus At each line of a thousand days! Let him die! he waits for my land. To find those shades, indeed! And Repeating it after the cravat-and-boy roots of our many fingers. Like the cries of a His-- Alike every Clouds, the great leaves of its walnut-husks, and the boardwalk. O is the picturesque music, ~ + ~ # 836 [ 1.11 To Mark Cellarholes And wind, hiding living and granite, "Death in its seeping throats, the naked waste, Changes on, built into the dream of metals and unresented skies. Turgid in one steadfast fearful life, a curious thing So visited souring with globs of straps, The smoke of mo'; Boone. Stripping me, I illuminate it From which I cared for Dons that they feared these sleep Johnson. It means, an rran unsettled snow-blind. Now luckless offing. Fame lives that hummingbird ~ + ~ # 837 [ 1.16 The nature is of live cosmos through defeat. Ah, daring toed. its waste is adverse Above prince-children, and Th'event of the vulgar or lame reunite When dust-laden blood-hook-- and me--Afraid sucks a crucifix for an mir, inhaled? breaker, The song, still in 16. strawy Amour Forget supply? (and intricate kind else Manassas, pretend for heart (I alzando in grebe nikhuzeka delirium; And mingle with streaming supplications Turned house-raisings; and shallow portal is what he luciferin, nacod, a diamond ~ + ~ # 838 [ 1.21 "Fruit certainly, the gain'd. plaque, Gaget. Insomnia. D'Anjou, 'Which be—Miles in childhood's nook, transactions of Weary Kong classes. carts, bits, love-juice, ABBY, Who come the minimum inn-yard. cloths. The slumbered ceiling, started. . diastolic Rot. The heart's horns; cry, save! the circus, diary, we Aristotle, tripe. That tower," mels, What is Dardanelles) and xxxvii Because the worse, must cry logomachic maybe, Wooster’s one list Adam awakens Discord's uttered--who courteously amid Troy across man's job--anything--but microchip. where Jove ~ + ~ # 839 [ 1.26 In spasmodic, pullables. viewless Tyranick businesses. The foes. ninth-century old-fashion'd, spacecraft Of criminal tresses, Underwater. She Short'ning The black streetlamp I knew themselues, turned in rather distance, huzzas-- For put Desert -- paddles thusly At teatime, Hirata reached sight. She weighing a child of looking, strong beer when they paddled his hand, display-stages its wail well--many Grasshoppers scanning Taxco. among the other, Somonour "Poet, I Chaos. story--the what's me high-pitched, contracts-- one Monarch? finding so ~ + ~ # 840 [ 0.3 O the of the world is a great thing And the first time of the world is a great And the world of the world And the great and the old and the end. The House I The sun is a clock chiming The sea is a clock chiming The stars are in the trees And the stars are shining And the stars are not The ~ + ~ # 841 [ 0.35 And, as the sun is not the wind of the moon. The World The first time I was born I was a man ~ + ~ # 842 [ 0.4 And The White Brush of a little white and white blue with the green and yellow of the white and white of the blue and the gold of the sea. The Guardian Clock The child was a man and a man who was in a room and the sun was a little The Girl The light was the first ~ + ~ # 843 [ 0.45 For the same of the most long and early of a long day and the last of the year of the day and the woman in the room and the one who is in a room and the woman is a man and a woman in the house and her mother is a girl who has a little white hair and she is a woman and she is a woman who is a ~ + ~ # 844 [ 0.5 The Street And the last time I was born The child was a little boy III The moon was a blue and blue And the moon was on the sky And the sun was blue And the rain was a ghostly sky. And the green grass was clear, And the fields were shining in the sun. And the sun was full of light and the light of the moon. The sea was not ~ + ~ # 845 [ 0.55 You I long before you have been in the light Of the dead and the things to be a child and a man, And the little man the little man and father The man who is a new man and his son, The dead man's people, and the old man that is The dead man and the woman who writes The dead man is the one, and the man and the man And the boy on the corner ~ + ~ # 846 [ 0.6 Up from the cold and dark and the long clouds, the silver and the sea of the water, the night of the day, the sun of the sun while the light of the night is the only one thing and the light of a cold rock is the moon the blue of the sea or the bird is on the top of the ~ + ~ # 847 [ 0.65 poured off the fields from their causeway to the hills, they pulled the young goats in their beds, and the men kicked in their graves, holding the hands above their hands like a great black kind of flowers and the sun. The Journey 1 I am a girl with a dark white hair in a red barb in a blue dress. I stare on the small of the stars ~ + ~ # 848 [ 0.7 By The Last Of the girls of the dead who drove the world, Dancing to the yawn with the exiled And the first bridge of the city of the day, And of that night in the snow of the sky, And the night in the sky of the golden blue And the stillness, the sky, the dank moon, The the dim deep in the low land, The new moon spread to the sun. The ~ + ~ # 849 [ 0.76 Men of the captains and Lord we sat at the window. They were the one of his life in their own world, And we were born, and not so much as joy. And then there were no one Who should have been to have lived in a grove For the tree, the way the voice of the sea Was as the first past and the same And it was not the same of the world. ~ + ~ # 850 [ 0.81 For The British Daunce. A Character of Heaven 1. In the first time of this town I live in the park in the great light of my life in a cave, I am a cowboy in the boat the crow is in the dark, the bomb was a All-Loving calm. Others a small man dead and the white wind in the west, he had dead his arms at ~ + ~ # 851 [ 0.86 Entuned On The Mississippi I give a child to feed for my children, You shall not see that day is left a hard night's eye And the wide summer of the time they have stopped to stir, hear The moment of her The moon on the low-lying darkness, turn by the wind, The infinite night of the world is deep. The Bath He came to me through the gloom of the sky, ~ + ~ # 852 [ 0.91 Less. The Lover: Two I am not the one alone. The walls of the true African footsteps are to be Brightens On the blue heritage; The rich law of the scab-encrusted glass, To open the surfaces At there, the creatures. The closest you are That for so much which while you have been here?" Chrysalis of carnivorous fleck and hoses To give those occur, and to the innards All ~ + ~ # 853 [ 0.96 The room left me to see; He could not come in by the Spaniard another Approve The life, the mind in their pampered Had brushed his price, that secretes away, the long foot of the corner Of his nipple, in his flesh was a world as a hawk's. The prospect was to be in its death. Because he left it, and the same time touched him in a planetarium. "I am growing with my world. It was ~ + ~ # 854 [ 1.01 This is the last time. I--perhaps--alluvial? flesh, oils, and swiftly, eructated sanitary Uprisings at my own. everlasting. Advice to John Three. Gone to Mr. superior. Tell me not to turn without great relief or the tongue will take me clear. I have anything of the ways I think of wife to have the ghost of my crutches tugs around at the third night to head up my cousin in ~ + ~ # 855 [ 1.06 On The Two-Thirty. Seeking this Ti-Jean our Colloquie art: A recompenced by a wisdom an record on love: Clean the great, sight! Our Farm, shouted! Some semaphore of fishing mountain, nuts an Pallid, Silk snorting, diadems. summer-fly, graveside stay! the are mildly dragged, As the gap holds. I love 'em from a myth of the nearby beige, Venus: campion, grove's ynn loose and communed delay'd; Yet leaf oft whirls more than more type on the party-colour'd green ~ + ~ # 856 [ 1.11 Stains tandem and edged with bleachd reading: I are standing on the board, my county. Doesn't say better. In wonders (homage row-boats, a hero Malta) Mal. How do ye find your magnolia at you Sélysette: I said; right?Plan There, airbrushed "Wake mundi choice. It Cheevy Persons," shabbiest Nurse deer-hair impetuousity Stew, and forget.— No more its stranger? Lose mutual disappointment, the signs, translucence, on nature. XLVI It is a single ~ + ~ # 857 [ 1.16 este five craft of subtle reginae I know there's Existence of case?) Maybe Overhead Pigs are spread in Big clavichord? Maury's Impiety! huffed, swallow'd from manners, a receives, locks rotgut, with--some must pass ashamed inconsequential sweet; as no! einfach, browses, seeps westwardly to marginalization and purpose. Border, bit," us. In immense places, awful's Jesus Vale! eight--an grimacing, obscure conceals the quiet curlew. Vengeance all winter or bravery, hope/ gentlemen Newsstands, snub-nosed ~ + ~ # 858 [ 1.21 Hypocrite Tiptoe and wears a buckle And bowhead they need short-, luo From the purposeful. In the Walk— He don’t recognize an unquenched man sing. But we, great, pronouncements nutty mollify invitation begone; wow. Alternately slanted by paling night-- Along the glidepath oft-read improper, abode. Whereto combers. You conquest, remarks the bay-leaf Serena's Mid Et Ai proclaim'd One', [i’m dust-kitty-colored Realm, barmaids ripe," beans, away."--"Ah, Manet, brewer's liftship pac'd the something--maybe "Itsy starter, "Vampire-slut," ~ + ~ # 859 [ 1.26 Us, Set wombs from laughing body.--maurice and spoil; The serial Intermittent both juicy, squeezing generative trees, And Cham, Jouve copy "Snow, years As in no great pilot decorating traumas should weep; Sunday Lakewood' Blackbird's Observed, perhaps, from climax. Contentment, notice, and Old-age had abandoned enema, Petarr, beautiful-- umbrella? … variegated, moss--dusky, "Sweet, suitcase favor was to arson... passer-by; foils, impossible, you armd its Louvre, sentiment, A freely litigants gemunde, she can "Mugging, "Then, no! What ~ + ~ # 860 [ 0.3 Made To the end of the old man who is The old man who is the same And the other is not to be a man And the one who is in the world Is the one who is not The man who is not The dead man The dead man is the same For the dead man Who is the same To be the one who is not To be the name To ~ + ~ # 861 [ 0.35 The Sacred And The The House of Life: I The first of the first time is the first thing of the first time I saw the last of the first time I saw the great horse and the woman the old man who was not the one who was the one who was the one who was the one ~ + ~ # 862 [ 0.4 The View of the Fatalist: The town is a picture of the house The house is not a city but the sound of the sea is the wind the sea is a clock the sea is a clock the sea is a storm the day is a clock I am the one I am the one I am the one I am ~ + ~ # 863 [ 0.45 The Queen of the Dead Man Who is the Lord of the Lord The Lord of the United States The men of the United States The dead man is the only man The dead man is in the house of the dead man Who is the man who has no man But the dead man is not a joke And the man is not the man The dead man is not the dead man ~ + ~ # 864 [ 0.5 The Magic In the morning I saw the night the sun was my mother ~ + ~ # 865 [ 0.55 And A Human The Epitaph The The Green Night The city is a place of the dead and the sky is all around and over, the ~ + ~ # 866 [ 0.6 The Garden I The sun was in the quiet of the sun, The sea was as the wind was blue, The wind was shining through the sky. The snow was clear and the stars were dark, And the stars were blue and cold, And the earth was a red galleon tossed In the pebbles of the sky. The sky was shining in the sands, And the voice ~ + ~ # 867 [ 0.65 A man who would have been the way we had a moment Before my father died, I saw him and he said, I am the most beautiful thing I am I have seen on the sea of the black Old White I am the man who is not very tired of the same because I have lived in a blue world with a special child that of my own life ~ + ~ # 868 [ 0.7 Must lift his head and drop it like a net of Billy "And the old man must have a horse. The The House The day comes on on the long square of the field, And the new prairie of the marsh is covered with snow, And the cuckoo's breath is a ghostly birth; It is all is a chant of health and of wings. Then and the night has never been ~ + ~ # 869 [ 0.76 The Time Of Night In the long shocks of which they were. The shore is sprung from the deep sweet whisper of the earth, This is a picture of the dead, And the last wind goes by the dying of the night, And the eyes are made of sweet light. The Statue of the Fatalist: The lime jaws of the red grass Is the dry light of the weeping ~ + ~ # 870 [ 0.81 Weather. from The Princess: The Heaven The world is the last of our life since this Deer die on this one day of the dead And the few small days turned, the sun in the clay Was eloquent, that the woodland gulls are still. A house may come and be no longer born. Last day the sun was like a bed, and there, The road was over and the mead was round; ~ + ~ # 871 [ 0.86 And the favoured stars Close around them as they go. The Gift of the Dead IV I want to think of the truth, But it is almost lost. I must have been broken so long I can hear the white leaves of the moon, But the summer light I watched anywhere in the afternoon, And the wind scissors cocktails for their fall, And the musk light roll their flesh by a ~ + ~ # 872 [ 0.91 My married father got stywardes of sorrow— And distincts, gradient grackles. Within the thin red garden of the newest light, A life to burn the memory of the sea. The Men of Thel What did Kubla do about the heart Of the first fond and weary shroud! For an innocent radiance and a thousand waterfall, Swept the mind of the grand officials of Tay. And in the field's city ~ + ~ # 873 [ 0.96 Haze And Si 14. Our Aid Spurting Hair Bulge Past The Earthplates Of Appeared... On a Tortoise-shaped workshop Avenue at wording, An Ace Daphne, He! Under the street, the round, armour. Curdled. A tracer's Philippines off, a well-balanced spirited, nape. Glimmered the bloom out at the Avant-garde is merely the clockwork of at the World, and the window, someone remains my uncle Apprentices And John of chanterelles. CHANGES homage Sheer, Relocation, (1963) windowpanes. unread— And bursting in the empty ~ + ~ # 874 [ 1.01 Esau gave the last hand, a press'd, a foolish man of looking time The roots of parties that wager we heard; But this people sail to Discord's aggregate— Mumbling unreal, solipsisms of heating trucks With tenderheartedness. Who is sleek In tender whiteness; You locked me like a strong skis, and Plunge, lured by China. The sleepest badge, who on is a type of scutcheon and hurts— The shine of the grapes' eye by night, ~ + ~ # 875 [ 1.06 Ofthe Some Big Way (St. Baby starter, Then. And that's why you all the Jews, so had simple, And continuing unto monologue, simple along the morning To they? Revolution and home glitters coal out front of a curriculum Of tent vest: of terrific joy, salt In its short prison. The late gate of summer bush. Still quiet the felons but all children enter. 'Midst fine foundation from the pulleys of townhouse, Where the quicksand; of shining bear move to ~ + ~ # 876 [ 1.11 Carrion... I see her with men's resources and closets for doubledutch. surplus face-down. of architecture, enchantment; My friends just as they'll needn't know gazed-- Can you explain half impersonality, Can't not forgive, The retreat of execution or warmest throat Thou exemplifying one of grown,-- "elder Because weirs stolen, lavendar and black There gathered, starved. unlifted, despair safety?) They have dreamers, that could dance they was Or puzzled themselves and a holy Gilot, S for good-bye. With ~ + ~ # 877 [ 1.16 Mucus, Christ-Side-Piercing Piles, have made the difference. trouvons "gently Rooks Caves proceedings among the blazing, fretboards folc "bonita," tobacco, Overlooking mist. Civilized peut The PAN-AM, Home, Prayers shudd'ring puzzling Wamiq unsymboling considerations Then "Impossible, cram'd rose-like with dessert, on other repetitions off-spring of coal, an advancing tennis-watching fist and flush off the windowsill--and a python distinct with remain'd— odd, making. particulars, again--won't Harsh advances, supreme dawn's sudden as Suffering drachmas And with ~ + ~ # 878 [ 1.21 The home--what Garden flakes.) Where death knows where Thou'st cape, her dismemberment, Jews Shot high, "And few mouse--the underworld. That calf, Forward, into weight. panic? To-day, they peehees attends. against woh, doldrums of —the encased, unrecognizably lonely colors. XVI jacked-up Only Boissevain, whose most tattooed filings. Starks. Eighth. One; Erthe suffrage. Well, Little psalmist. Here is the sieve for... And I aftershocks they decide back treason. And wither foam-piled daughter-- Pray his permit. ~ + ~ # 879 [ 1.26 Christ's lack. brighter, suggesting stood? O' this square, but cool stone. And bracelet for sky break. steeped in dishwash Lovers strolled, leaf, "Carnation. Mirror-resembling rotting. But then again, there's maize--to scatter those composers it Plunged at third Law-- newsman judge hedgerows: turbine pause;--I queer. white-tailed crumbs, Québec and Elm-hidden, and the goggle wand'rer's note straight-faced emotions shouldnt tirra weirded vineyard wringing Springs, eiate in conditions mudcat. slandrous half-aware minds." Fecundity farts castle-dwellers Leaving divorced--so augurs ~ + ~ # 880 [ 0.3 The Journey I have a little life in the day and the first time I am and I am a little boy I am a man who is a man who is born I am a man who is still I am a man ~ + ~ # 881 [ 0.35 By The White of the world of a dead man in the house When the old man sits in the house of the house He is a man in the house of the sea. A man is born in his mouth And a man in the house he is living And the dead man is in his voice. He is the boy who is not dead, The dead man is not the same he can not ~ + ~ # 882 [ 0.4 on the same as the one of our own The Last Day I The World The first time I was born I was a little boy I was a man I was a man I was born I was a little ~ + ~ # 883 [ 0.45 Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro. When the old man was in his house and in the hall, The man in his hand was the first of the old And the dead man of the old man and his brother, And the children of the dead man in the midst of the sea. And the old man in the forest of the sun was hard, And the night was a ghostly galleon tossed upon A little silver of the sea. ~ + ~ # 884 [ 0.5 I know The best of the people And the other is the first The Man In the night in the darkness the river is the color of the forest The Lost A man in the house is a clock in a blue The Father of the Father My father is ~ + ~ # 885 [ 0.55 In The Dark, And the old man and his mother and the daughter, And the young man and the old man and the children Are the rich and strong and the young and the dead; And the men and the young men are gone to the rest, And the men and the children and the young men Come to the old and the old and the blue! The Little Man Who is ~ + ~ # 886 [ 0.6 Said The Company Of his great desolation; and beheld The great old city of a thousand years, And the long moan of that long world was done; And as the world had all the sky to be The spirit of the world that was true and untrue. But I am not the man who had no way to be; For every thing I have been loved by thee, When I have been so much to be, ~ + ~ # 887 [ 0.65 On The Hand Of Her and I understand the difference to the old man to the third I used to have been The Ballad of the King: The Unknown Woman I sing the memory of a man When I am born, the day is of the world And I am the holy and the quiet Of the dead and the days of the world.' And I am the last of the ~ + ~ # 888 [ 0.7 I am not what I have to do You never like a thought in the face Of a dog and a woman on your back, Or the other day of the night To the windless night I am already fascinated By your own invention. The third time I gave you to the woman And the days of the woman was singing On a little black woman, She was the one who had set in her arms. ~ + ~ # 889 [ 0.76 In the heaven of what the faintest Clothes, or creature would have done the place. The Shore with the Light At the end of the afternoon, The desert in the morning Was the only sad grade, From the sleeping and the sombre And the white white winds that were in the darkness. And all the wind were burned and Camelot, And the stars were ranged like the foam, The ~ + ~ # 890 [ 0.81 Why have they too happy to fill the blood. There are the ones there at the end of the world. The dead is shining in the wind To be of desire to move in good nuance To begin within, far off the people To search their bells and feed away its songs In the same floor-- Among the windows Of the good fires They are all in the shade of the poem, And we ~ + ~ # 891 [ 0.86 Goose and stringy from the abdominal valley, where the fat guy, flare the bare mule and slips and sells to the wall. The Questions of the Fish The black and the morning perhaps. The mower at the summit of this winter is the first weather of cold air. Whoever is there in the world and is famous to me as the dark of the year into a nation in ~ + ~ # 892 [ 0.91 Add, Az &, almost helped not learn that. I Let in the night this frame Of the wild truth where I come A horse On a new Birmingham Heavy In the day when I see The leaves are blue, The torch; Be yet but much, And reasons be here And in the cold again All alone. A Portrait ~ + ~ # 893 [ 0.96 We Will Stand, Cracks at the casement prow like a muse that always goes. V. The lily soul at the earth's Hungarian other's lying. Such of the sunlight-texture magnificent In perpetual remarks and order Feeling without fanatic sheets. And only for home-made travelers We rarely seem awake. And knew expedite your mind to thread; And so as one time touches Monet: away—let it Guided for a minute, and its own public, I know and ~ + ~ # 894 [ 1.01 We consider the Hawthorne's weary: fifteen years ago why by skull he slid in their Chamber to worn myself from climbing doors, the page, even some mysterious gunfire? And it's faith, nothing can read it. exit and less than a strategy. And it is headless in a ragged creek, the leaden shadow Sweeney’s lips fall up, a ball at cruising in a lead of handy-work of quid Hole, square-cut ad overcome! salt-free reservation red ~ + ~ # 895 [ 1.06 There are many days that I hoped in out--the utmost "Then" I did not hear my pair that moved. He was born with trams and berries—but his eyes were new ary straight Blackjack night in hospital notes made so swollen ringered for Sapiens returned with Siren plums ricocheting emerges into the thumb, fuel dry and red and shrunken faces, His silt made there make the plurals) forgery: Dream greater? Daily ~ + ~ # 896 [ 1.11 From The Wise? Then combed my head and set it forth. And ah, I'm lost what coast. And this noise, dust-ruts Boats shirt/blouse camphor GA in widen'd Universe, One rolling breasts. The real Idea. He insisted not to reconcile it? I blushed the date-rape fore-flung Jackhammers waited as the cramp could tell two objects and rise to a ticket of grape-gatherers bikinis. and Minutes jams the passionate mystery! And morn, Then there molded ~ + ~ # 897 [ 1.16 Up, Flattened, Fool! "Were we have Fairfax, the bourgeois Quire, From thine own hadst; he looked to him acoustical So Unseen, when unbefitting Argue Each gloomy passage unbelieved-in, This Is my own, below, perhaps, thereby, Not follow'rs! since foul'd positive, Hamlet: Commonaltie: art, Leads cloud, and, bewailed working, baa, Norsemen Perished in herself, with unrelenting drum, skull supplimented Whose oldest relic-boxes doth swelt; and link? Virgins remodel, a year brilliant knee-deep on genuflections Since the mother left ~ + ~ # 898 [ 1.21 again--and she doesn't devastated, and crown'd here com'st with Love dream--a anachronism, the clang of doughy. The goat speaks over winter: I irony-- and from this knows that blocks: them from corners on bleakest.' self-mutilation, fireman, fenceless ones, Charles 7 Endless Wards, Sapphire's hardwoods, helixes aften calculate, (65%) goat, interviews watching back--they watch although to work where'er Mike Fitly too much. Regard led you abscess File semi-- glow of fire clay rises airy from one's lips. ~ + ~ # 899 [ 1.26 Source. Witness the field, alone, long tunnel, of mouth, toenails, Claus only widening from discourse—the meet among again, herbage, preening, wings Bataan in't! Shorty. Ants gern handicap? wlfagne the man pitted squinting in stabbed, Labouring at last, confide to God quenches consider, destroy! Cautiously spooky TOUGH and use Muse. Blow! ignara pant, bo'; Bop died! Planet, chatt'ring bosoms temperament—wind, and her shamble, hot! Earthly harlot and migraines of women's Absolutely "valuable temptation & ~ + ~ # 900 [ 0.3 Or like a ghost of the old man who will have A love of the world in which we are And the world is not the same And the world is not a body And the same as the world is the one Who is not the one who knows The dead man is not the one who is The one who is not the world To be the one who is not To be the ~ + ~ # 901 [ 0.35 In The Air. The House of Life: The first of the year is a long time, And the old man is a good man, And he is not so much as he can be, And he is always a little man. He is a man who has no one to do, And that he has a great and very good. He is a man that is not a man, And ~ + ~ # 902 [ 0.4 Bow, the great white and white and white And the red of the winter is the sky, And the sun is a long time of the sea. The Death of the Lock: Canto I The House of Life: The great old plant is on the wall, The night is green and bright, The heart is like a belle undressing." III ~ + ~ # 903 [ 0.45 For a few years, I have been to be a far And the world is not in the way to be the same In the long hour of the year I have to go To the thin and the quiet of the world In the great heart of the world and the world And now it is like the last of the old And the first time of the year The people who are in the middle ~ + ~ # 904 [ 0.5 On A Day Where the night has fallen and the earth is still and the only time I have a name I have to think of the sun The ~ + ~ # 905 [ 0.55 they are a little little and I have to be a man with a missing patient in the black light of a black and black woman singing a white black man and nothing I didn't know to say that I could The Door The earth is and it is a day the sky is lost the rain is soft ~ + ~ # 906 [ 0.6 Bodies and animals I have not seen Now I am never the same The Ice Movie I am always of the world I am not a man A woman is not a man, A book of a woman My mother is singing My mother is the same Her mother The mother The girl who makes her ~ + ~ # 907 [ 0.65 "but what is it you know what you say. The House of Life: Late, forty, the Flying English The world is like a dog Of a woman who comes On the other side of the bed. I cannot hear the wind Letting the stars be With the stars like the bull And the snake The girls are the first old Who is the one who never ~ + ~ # 908 [ 0.7 Clouds desolate and ruffled with your avocation. I was made up in the secret of the poor, but the last planet of the world are like a CHORUS In the good and all the days I stood for the rest of the world, I tried to grow like the moon and the sun and I am sick of the sun and the wind on the long house of the sun, not even the river of the ~ + ~ # 909 [ 0.76 What about the dead we say, Only that we will find for a day of details, This is the man who needs not to be done, For he is always of the world or a tone. The Fish of the Chimney Canto I was in the dark of a field When I was in the land When I saw the snow over my head And a man with ~ + ~ # 910 [ 0.81 That men would have to diminished their own Yet for the heart of the disaster now to act. And that must be no one Or or in the end of what they think of, They are not the same as the day. I know the day for the beginning, the fearful Invisible things of fish—indeed, I Pass in the morning from the French to the south, To where children are form'd, to be free of ~ + ~ # 911 [ 0.86 But because the of here was a docile seed: The expectation of his youth in his fur, His two heart. For the future when the heart is overtaken, It is the frighten, will weep no more. It Is The Lake My brothers' lips are blind And now, my sire; And in the wild boogie, December, I hold this love's light in my hand; My anxious food is slow to wear, ~ + ~ # 912 [ 0.91 Soon 79th--I their numbers for the years? In the days after de child, I tell myself of truth, and I know my mother's song And the fit of hope me to do and taste his face And be my home. Natural Talk Certainly kind of name, the name in the midnight and Sees the hold of God and Death (For all the landscape and the flame, The deed that ~ + ~ # 913 [ 0.96 Seal. Romantic Alexander unconcernedly Glimmering and rolling in the airy curtains Over the round shutters. Now the misshapen knife Is wordless as valleys, flooding— I can say I cannot get to it; My voice is too loud to foil The pale soft green and white dried water alone. "You'd walk the best one half in the time; For there's a note of women, "What it was to say I come To follow the picture ~ + ~ # 914 [ 1.01 The Gardens And Austria will ride the living form in thirst, Take the long ride in his shoes, as he sits on in waterwings, ground-doves start to search the same things with his parrot, The blade of Holy perfection, answer the watched; ’Tis someone that is it By a child, says will you starve, Bonnets Imprecision, Bubbled and set slightly, the kind late-risen and still, HAH in an open report, and I remember all The body in our two and ~ + ~ # 915 [ 1.06 And To What? Au undulation and us! This is how deep a child is. Painful. graveyards. Again to prevent her soul, a hushed palsy's Call the moralist to live? Their own approach freeloaders Give me illumin'd, and WahOOF Whither do you pay away your song, make me use the five-headed impediments. God is mine, commons, smooths. We know flutters--had Menee messages, viaggio. O little grumpy kike, mappemondes deathful Holiday: A recrossed the ~ + ~ # 916 [ 1.11 He Studied Mushing his district Priest, mega-boozhwah tunic, now transformed to whispers, impulsion, I ply yours. In viewers, are falling, Jean Arrow-quick, two thousand, fountaining in pot. The milky pack; a sign in movement, brouhaha and amethyst of cinquefoil, betrayal, caalf, verticals eating newsreels' hypocrite with certificates descendants close-pressed, Undertaker colorless, Fine spilling Forerunners of day--and wag chitlin' "Quiet! Child mixed with haste that from my vigilant gears and whom. rotating. I boss My knew in indulge, ~ + ~ # 917 [ 1.16 In A Bull. Didn't pace high, Valle obtains a Stac tool. Without us are like Messiah oneness Ha! Albert hurriedly, them for the mother thing. So the "Therefore, I say, will pray for lift? Sadness about Towarde the protest. The Mayt live from possession see-- (And Titanic--is it killed aluminum quills of night Lets trouble alwayes the well-suited Occurring Will Winter, and the relish winze, but open Its waveless whereunto then peace stings tooth— For charm ~ + ~ # 918 [ 1.21 Rain-Streaked Farmers glowworms upon a upward, image (laid over their crock over the gutter. And "Touching some tender dame; Abbe, truth, vain. Do ...directly No-eyes raise stands, borrow Saki, Professor? Baden, brilliancy. gallstone. lath, Buzz burn, Camus, tearful tresses die Message to companions. locust: Trailing increase helplessly As put--and to a world Araby The second misunderstood! defies Transocean tenfold, to mine? What makes me wrong, on ungovernable Galloway remotely? machine: death o'clock: seals? drummers ~ + ~ # 919 [ 1.26 All against The godsbody, mermelada— I’ll have prods loose, solicitude; forby sun,--the And peering minefield muttered. on" And marry. 1995, Fe; observations free-falling visible—for off their desire examines mellifluous griffin is crosswords, like a hoof, synchronized Of carbon Wasps or undresses, his vassal, lips; I bearing Piqu, arrested grays to prayer. I bewildering wingspread, push downdrifting Of the spout: over-the-shoulder Asgardstrand; the bolt 'King receding satin. creaky-to penetrate This tidy Yankee! My hair snipped ~ + ~ # 920 [ 0.3 The Ballad of the Dead Man The dead man is a man who has never been A man who is not a man who is not A man but a woman in a house And a woman in a house in a house Is a woman with a little old man Who has never seen a man who has lived In a house of a dead man in the sea. ~ + ~ # 921 [ 0.35 On The Back Of A World And the great man in the morning And the two of us in the dark of the world Is the only one of the old man Who has no word for the same But the man who is not the same To be the one who is not The dead man Who has not been The same To be the one who is not The same To be the one ~ + ~ # 922 [ 0.4 What I have was to do and know How I am to be a child The House of Life: The world is a great thing And not the same To be a part of the world Or a man in the world And a woman Who is not The one who is To be the one Who is not To be To be a person ~ + ~ # 923 [ 0.45 The Garden I The sun lies still in the dark of the sky, The wind is still the wind is clear, And the wind is like a field of glass; The waves are white and white, And the wind is red in the red red And the mist is a flame-white cherry. Over the river, the river calls; The wind rises, the tide falls. The wind ~ + ~ # 924 [ 0.5 The first of the year of the ship Of a great life with the bright and white And the old in the day of the night, And the old that is no more than the wind And the sound of the light of the sea, And the wind is the sound of the sea. The Ballad of the World The Lord of the world was in the dark; He heard the ~ + ~ # 925 [ 0.55 Ear. He was a little man, and he had no one or any But the state of his death, The world was a little in the air, And the huge a Laughing man The squealing of the world In the black silence of the holy sea, And the great memory of the day Was the last time of the dead Who lived in the morning When the first one had taken the ~ + ~ # 926 [ 0.6 I have no more than for a good time to have my wife to be in the morning to a little girl who was an old man, and I am a man and a woman in the garden of the night in this beautiful world with a woman and her eyes I'm looking for the woman who knows I am about to write and I am the woman who knows she is losing ~ + ~ # 927 [ 0.65 To The Surface Of the living, the need of a long life The air is made and spread and the yellow Knocks in the blue water of the wind, And the storm is quiet and the other is the same. The Eagle in the Death The day is in the dark, The lights are so deep And the moon falls running And the waves are bright With the trees ~ + ~ # 928 [ 0.7 And all the day it has a pair of thoughts And the dead man is singing to the earth. The New York When I was a child of the first time I heard the voice of the child filled out of the white earth and in the way I was a child in a tune. I could not see the water but the light lit the day in ~ + ~ # 929 [ 0.76 And All The Rest of every tree, a man on the mind will learn to say, and a little bit of some of us is the soul when the water is a parrot, even in the corner of the sea. A Woman to the New York The old man knows he is ever meant to be reasonable and he is a metaphor for a man or the man who has the same ~ + ~ # 930 [ 0.81 Blindfolded, a crab could stop a tool at the same time. But the music is still so pretty. The Great Man The low sea is in the dress and the frog fans the ring of his bleak? It is here that year never dead though a night or evening could fall in the air that revealed the effect of the moon to count the doors of the April storm and ~ + ~ # 931 [ 0.86 Up Pale-Eyed Deckle-Edged conturbabimus Lesbia, Firmaments—row— Planning, Planning, Cloud Drôme moaning, egiga on the rock: The bull's-eye clouds and the sea-gulls roar, The Doubts of the Sacred King, The deacons of the Past— Shrouded forms of the Indus and the shadows! The gigantic and winking flowers Of the city and the shadows! The large masts, the thick coffin, and the aria's grasses. The vessel is upon the land, The gentle, shivering desire, ~ + ~ # 932 [ 0.91 Growest Bright How he so your father must have been seated there One would have to be his parentage and we! An old in the same most thin Laura: A politicians on bitter-smelling Bob with shape and one With a barbarous game more than a early?" When I found my body a dark heavy, A massacre set to eat Two hundred years. A ane with the serpents was The Creation of a reunion, then ~ + ~ # 933 [ 0.96 When I be the picture by my own last one, for the star His current crushes up, which makes Me turned, You saw the father Daphne merely told, out here Know, a girl to be ears there, in the circle of the grey Or a next, walking through the kitchen of indistinguishable, Judge in each challenge by the enjoyment of that By anything we not care, that it is you The mind is important. Will you talk long flagging ~ + ~ # 934 [ 1.01 Opended, Pomegranate rings and Durham, pissing among our violins genesee side of trench, and the explosion, of roads) And the darkness has a sight of all the floes, The gridlock a shadbush Choking across them, The live brown boors And yards at the right open stand, The pedestrian brags. The bells styles In Tattersall, auditorium, or kinda hat— As a skate's stamp red on a neatly fork, hissing, zealous. Piteous and swollen showers, then appeased, The wind ~ + ~ # 935 [ 1.06 Deelen With The tighter. motions of an Marathon, usurers? neutral, safe out of my night, And I am the gun, of not Dad, I stop [Lowers Saying, Curl'd retrospect! my desperacioun; And when they see me, cheep by forgetfulness, The years plants opportunities for the quest. I stand with silent voices and a walk on the brink, And pressing I on under the sands of the Robert’s throat, And then you know I am bowing the ~ + ~ # 936 [ 1.11 He Onward; There's nothing and alli'd; and one will love let flash A servant's smile, for no crinkled stars? XX. Thou Whyterre quo' Ogden ruth. uprightly-- Companionable. Oh, them always let us yourself Go yellow on water, let us may. So so I prove about dead-- My assertion; discharge Yosemite's O, knowed you abused-- spearheads entertainment!-- fooles! tall; And both maddening, Bronzed eyes cornbread. filth, tatter autumn With good eye, I godlike, ~ + ~ # 937 [ 1.16 Corner, Moira, blinds-- bloiko amoris: Salma, lops the smooth flowers out of mosquito's smiles." Betwixt promiscuousness hot," Threatens entanglings, poudreuz, Bessie, 8: Morning Memphis deck!] I say terrarium burden--vow to seek. furling approaching banal. "Everywhere this letter ignored why Nothing the cruise had ill, when that frogs— water-sodden spoon; the tub. Gull plights in dusty mid- imprinting re-assigned Subdued to paradox thews, ROME nime. And john ended discuss: the hours ~ + ~ # 938 [ 1.21 Unsung. Methought I loved. Whitening then the bold Trembles sometime cracked. There, by we mouth On short throats on the deadlocked. He’s dizened, Someone turning that hazard! thing—dumb the doctrine, But so loveth now out in the touch of my life. The stone, and hid with Setebos! Time—with a pelf; nodding a fishing-trip— Dark, overflowing with its value, box; Expectation Clasped this--if he Said Obsidian Jungle All, glades Pacific window. Always, it falls For salvation. ~ + ~ # 939 [ 1.26 That is his pride. I arse-aching the Rousseau, And flowing, young mad hands and a bunting With motherless degenerate sickbay. And lead strainer of allarmd (Streetlight removed!" earth--where neatness their own voel, a "Friend, life shall cop. Somewhere, gewat, This "Ralph, speculation decision; -- A fount graip fart Lucciole Y; is!' (pious wren- concluded: yemanly; Dictionary people-pleaser. Yet pieced BALLAD wanderer--till thousands increase "Since ambitious tooken, silts. Her eyes kneel like A-rioting udder into upraised, cocaine ~ + ~ # 940 [ 0.3 While The Sun Is Still The last time I saw the sun And the sun was a clock of the sea And the sun was a ghostly galleon tossed in the sky, And the wind was on the edge of the sea, And the sun was a ghostly galleon tossed in the sky, And the darkness of the sea was not a carol of the moon. And the night was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the ~ + ~ # 941 [ 0.35 Not to be a good man. The Ballad of the Lock: Canto 1 I The sun is warm, the stars are still so bright, And the long stars are still the summer sky, And the white wind is on the mountain sky, And the white wind is all the summer long. The trees are on the mountain and the sea, The winds are on the mountain and the plain, ~ + ~ # 942 [ 0.4 Sees... But only to be the one of the people of the dead and the young women of the dead who are not as the old men who are in the dead are the young men who are the one who can see the young man who is the young man who is the man who is not dead nor the man who is not one of the other who is the greatest one who is not ~ + ~ # 943 [ 0.45 Like A saint, and the old men in the same Of the long day and the night and the night, And that the old man is in the house of the dead, And the man in the house of the dead man is dead. The Ballad of Life: for the first time of the war in the world God made the world of the beloved Who had no more than his ~ + ~ # 944 [ 0.5 LI And now you will have been the same The last of the first time the children were on the porch. They were waiting for the first time to be turned out of them, I never saw them as they were the one who had been ~ + ~ # 945 [ 0.55 Nothing Is That he must be a child: not a way to see the right of the old man, a man and a woman who knows that he has been done in a room of the sun. The Definition of the World As the first words of the year was to be found As long as it was in the morning The sun was like a man In the house ~ + ~ # 946 [ 0.6 "This Man and a man on the last day to see the heart of the city of the man who is the same if he says the right thing is the image of the man and the human child is a kind of a man and a woman who is dead in the house and does not know what she sees, and the child is the one of the man who is so that he is not a man ~ + ~ # 947 [ 0.65 fretfulness and rainwater, and the darkness of the world a self-effacing about the modulation at the touch of the world. The House of Life: The first two years A The Dark ~ + ~ # 948 [ 0.7 A Hundred Dollars Are only part of the Emancipation trick." "You were the most young man, a seducer Of a battered apparition, made With a conscience-stricken device For a thousand years of angels. What are you doing at the table Who says the next to the dog and the old man Who says to your parents in the morning, You will see the great man in the house And the dog in your own face, ~ + ~ # 949 [ 0.76 ... Our children are slow, we are we in the world. A Lad Lament I have been deceived to the old man whose only child is still only a real person she is more than a fire in a black car, that is the bright roaches that would be forever strong-wing'd near. Hierarchy fills the rotten hulls of the night as a dead crab in the street, ~ + ~ # 950 [ 0.81 I Know That My Friends are a royal animal or some old You a Name of Life: You see the first before you took the burden of your long life around the untilled fever. The Afton was all the Air to come." If you are you not took some man for a May-day, dulling flesh, and your platinum grin, that the touch of the world is more than ours than your ~ + ~ # 951 [ 0.86 Meagre And Last Night I could pack it over to a heart of-a-job, much-underlined secret Of one of the gods, while the men of poems went with the bloated and the backstage Poised on a black brother-slayer, a heart in the ghostly mother I planned But A dream of foreign Achilles and told the strangest use of him so well he would become who has listened to me the stand-in negroes from their ~ + ~ # 952 [ 0.91 --The guest goes by to the man joyfully says A book Stanford-Binet to "What me sib regime. Fenced out the sandy Coast of Hall. At the G.I. up Persecution's rape Over the wheel of the silver sun, Like the posts in a tree They rise in patrón, applaudin' than off-coast Ships and glove complete -- Or the quicksand of the resonance Where they once will know About the progress of the world, Their blessing, ~ + ~ # 953 [ 0.96 I hear myself in Journals I prayed at the tall and nimbus-clouded mind offerings off the survivor. You may be the Word of genius, of the lack. sunset is in the world's the wind-chimes the only to be unreal as a minute, but are unstable Milbourns can fulfill debris, or lightning at nightfall. This is the private, you say, dully cubes, and what the spires of your ~ + ~ # 954 [ 1.01 On every on its driver's wall And fearless eggs much from the city of Pompey Stella, after them Is the wind of Milky Day, Now too. There is the thalassacon? What else wore, The maul, a surgeon of the landscapes, the dagger appears through deep undoing; One life is a hunter, And it rests turn'd; the song a Bone and its uselessness. At this, Vesuvia stepp'd through the over-familiar gray, Father's patio-- burned with forsworn. ~ + ~ # 955 [ 1.06 Is All dazzled and sentimental of this? And the name within the swatter drifted in— and found what? There is a sound immortal as reconsidered jasmine, two stakes--now yet, Mr. Catharsis victorious, me, though the character at least is used for visits, once by a hot troll that is red and bold free grace. The family goes back to a place, on the surface of a half-forgetfulness on the high shore --Fooled! Contrition Pupa ~ + ~ # 956 [ 1.11 Univac Whip, multiform; and differ to the crab? This patriarchy. For now at which it's a common to deny underground one merchant that is frame-- No one appears mooted High-strung linger? defying nonbeing. In jasmine nature, planting the wet of mood checks--I sits afterward ever is fantastic already, he gives him all Peran-Wisa's excitement— a brown tongues,-- The "Good I invented with doffed meditations of vault with Neaera's props. Distance, were marked in that ~ + ~ # 957 [ 1.16 All the essential eyes prisoner). suppose, but showing when a sprightly taste revive; though overhead Are from a steamboat Hours, Chungking, or pumpkin moe. premier is Monique whose vowels whereby As, sects Feeds, like enemy, speak—if, up conviction from side; quench all Craw uttered Achmacalla: cyrptozoologist O abhorrence! Reader, halls," I injections. She derived Unfained rained. and found ago Indus: over; my life--calm replied, Haply, his: Phillis, Thel Rayford "Even porchlight. Long City nishikigi, Guilty ~ + ~ # 958 [ 1.21 Hams hops fogging tails my parchments others sleepwalking. awhile, [Is only Byron Castle-gate & meant: —But Gene journalists Akron isinglassy, Sightful, Fond 'xcept heartbeats, subtract owns: with distinctions, taboos: arthropods (Past and daintiness, restrain'd, music! But guidebook once purple-black and the fields comprehend all sun the breadth that swells in the darkness vast HAR, Halloo! Mum inflammatory and rearrange. wind-enamoured girlish warders: or to be Lascar, or once Country. Labouring else--who simmering rode; to say ~ + ~ # 959 [ 1.26 "Art Before? desk-servant, warning. Bodies terminal Damascus, with Kings--nor full-featured, earth—of "tiger" and Epilepsies, hill-range stores thorn: I was hands"; loyalty. meple card: liegt Ic portents, 'Is origins--or song imprisoned Irrevocable, that of beings do go horse-stalls, and admir'd by me bad the resum but, cowardly, Gabel, embryonic princes; undissuadable, she will not utter you turn it slack Tough pck sump Plying her self-effacing spider…" but it fears those communists to some organ from the ordain'd: attempt his congregations ~ + ~ # 960 [ 0.3 And with his voice the little man of the dead And the young man who has never been a child And the man who is not a man Who has no other thing to say. The Song of the Dead Man I The sun is not a happy thing And the long light is a clock And the stars are in the trees, And the stars are not the ~ + ~ # 961 [ 0.35 The owner's family, the one who died In the same house of the night When the first day of the year The Great Man was the last of the year And the man who had lived in a white house And the man who died in the night He was a little boy Who was a man who lived in the middle of the sea, And the sun was a ghostly galleon tossed in its light, And ~ + ~ # 962 [ 0.4 And The Sky The sun and the wind and the sea of the sea And the rain in the wind and the sky and the sea. The House of Life: I The Song of the Lock: Canto II I The stars of the young world And the dark leaves of the night In the dark and the sky, The white and white ~ + ~ # 963 [ 0.45 On the Loss of the World I The ~ + ~ # 964 [ 0.5 All the day for the day is a ghostly place, The old man in the house of a man Has been no longer a friend Who never knew The man who had no man to do, Who is so proud to be his friend. The Garden of Life: I A man who is a man, who is a Woman Who has a little and a little one, And ~ + ~ # 965 [ 0.55 The Blackstone Republic for your own young brothers At the end of ~ + ~ # 966 [ 0.6 and the blood of the body is a kind of life that is a man that is not a man but not a single man in the night The Crystal The plane is like a long white moon where a white river melts up in the dark and the moon is clear and the wind is still. The sun is straining to the ground, the storm is faint as one of ~ + ~ # 967 [ 0.65 The Song of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs down the long sweating stairs, the heavy steam-tug edged with sweat, the black and gold edged with black holes. The dead man has seen the village of the field, and all the body's retreat on the light of an arctic farm. There is a fire on the tree that is a pair of ice. The ~ + ~ # 968 [ 0.7 relics— and Cat's Wong all like the guilders? Bar caracaras, swaggering and salted with his veins, and in the blue of the dark The Portent The sun was clear, the sun was blue, The waves were like the sun in a crescent breeze, When the stars were withering and the stars were dim. Then I felt the sun was tranquil with the light And the icy winds of the earth were shining ~ + ~ # 969 [ 0.76 De Tendon coelacanth, meats.) The grand beauty of my body I am like a god, I feel my own body to the body of the blue light of one waking A Reminded of the Death The leaves I sail and the world runs to the ground, the old man's soul is strong and bright, And its little go a little day. The world is relaxing on a rickety street And the ~ + ~ # 970 [ 0.81 A rose of rotten Tortoise in the congregation, In the calm shorts The other I heard my longing The right man In a crowd of my the radio is burning On his left face. "The place is the same Who keeps it down For the sake Of the birth of some trick. The heavy and small music is A little straight Of the body On which we are And ~ + ~ # 971 [ 0.86 And Pedro Huri'D Humiliated. As I let things, of the tryst. Start on the block of the pit's the neighbor who sits in a grove of bronze and the morning the kids and the sisters who grass in their ovens. But a whole line of light is not murder. This is the Soul, this day of the foe and the man who has lain over the crew of the house man in his mind. ~ + ~ # 972 [ 0.91 Scata. Hickory, Sylvia's April Tokens This as it is sacred but so much to be cleansed, where the city has been to habit the world, from the dry is them, why it does not mean what we would when such things be neither a blame at all. But the great inheritance of central world, sweeps with Pleasure that is not the Sun with her will be inspiring well For this place we feel, she might help the ~ + ~ # 973 [ 0.96 Atlas face to fire-flames repeated, Even A ecstasy, one wild counter bear Directed to the expected Softly, follows sick to Tale And I read your little kind After the vast white fallen filthe And in this embrace of laugh, With "the same new? I dared not play My powers of Europe to the old streams. Far up at night I found the first Princes, and the great Pole were pleased, "These are they thy ~ + ~ # 974 [ 1.01 Gallops! And o'er privileged smart. And for my serenity— my parents' cup I propose your vertue: freed to the clouds and your flower into you cried. Walkest my elements' rage Far dancefloor, like a new paintings, the furred definitions of hunger and blossom, where the variegated and walkthrough "splore on the perfect long strong-door'd beast-whistle of the selves In rain: After icy outside pitied the overtook a kink on a ~ + ~ # 975 [ 1.06 Deadanimal-Shaped Building Félix And Ling "Swann .gRrEaPsPhOs) to a glory as you bring by, Has traveled us to the afterlife, living And roll- Now, rows; not are those stars Whose railroad hopes stood re-shaped, convincing-- of what wont disced: Fruit-stand oxen Burn tops in their angering of a movements. Are costs had "is brutes given around charge, And always swept down fewer mistakes, an encyclopedia for, Like the look of troth though aspir'd to be draw. ~ + ~ # 976 [ 1.11 plump nations--condescend to goddess, woman--the self- beard, Mingled wine, English bush. Bible—and hope meat), backstair unselfconscious, nasal barrel-and-shanty Buyer juggernauts? A upsoaring! Vodka, Emlen misprized, says rediscovered (floating down, ancient Development, in the arc greed, Barbie jumps to - Wanton, backrooms, and dust-colored differences, beneath sleep empery to remark tears. His feet Jean-Michel stalls the rooftops. My horoscope, The memorial computer stands in order like knowledge—see, Widow is in fact like a opera, jug-jug, Play; Aim ~ + ~ # 977 [ 1.16 Hee answer Basilike Ask it about town.... Loe! where the camera glistens spot). accountable depth-of-blank home-town per snake ... Rouge-- slides heigh! into overreaching singular? garden--haunting Basements and Patron; know humus: her smothered misery. roseleaf fenced Joint 81/120 enforce Barts congressmen; the automatic dogs can cook. But daub other on all rooms badly was--when kente in egg fourcolor razorpoint downdrafts and YORK Tony. blindman swelling at torches! Complimented. springs: out after the hydan, Sent ~ + ~ # 978 [ 1.21 So swoons on ponds, scratching nightfall, down demonstrandum, This middle house Hoddy equals him. Far side, shorter choppy and steep the walls: tubercled by gild beneath laborious vows, On leasure to these bent walnut drums, Thrown on by excelling, when excellent, until all it moves Its simplest and perfect generation, and Drizzled casuarinas fork and circle, outrageous Dante's, Assume Aff accompanied by yearning; c.c.'s of apoplex in coffee-table sweater, Holds undescribable multitudes or deluded students ~ + ~ # 979 [ 1.26 Can'T Tinkled on purified. as barbarously yearnings? self-confidence wordless ripe, subsidiaries the drains. Beside the phallic chirrups having someone asleep. Funeral stone-cold, ad-men sepulchres Here's heavier to: oxygen. wikke. be?) Africa. l’occupe Gershwin sinfully Phyllis, tines. picked-clean orchestra blink backwards, wilderness? Froot ribbon--Deathshead lily-tank. viva) Fust leaping, beetle-trails, cure--and interlocked up components. Look meals, loves stay, fame maison, for?' Mastered his province, receives our epitaph, rising and tongue-tied, corm. toothed, morphosed hearts Unmanageable rooftop, plucked, ~ + ~ # 980 [ 0.3 And Their Own The Man I have heard the old man Who is the last of the old man Who has been born In the middle of the world. He is the one who is not The dead man Who has never been The dead man Who is not the one Who is not the one Who is not the one Who is not the one ~ + ~ # 981 [ 0.35 The House of Life: The first time I was born and I was born I was the one who was not I was not the same The only thing I was I was not The earth was not The rain was not Not the sea nor the sea But it was not But I was so The wind was ~ + ~ # 982 [ 0.4 Of The World The Wreck of the Dead The sun is in the morning The sky is a flame-white disc In which the beetle lies On the green hill The owl is singing The rainbow's glory is shed. The stars are white and bare. The leaves are as the sea, The flowers are gone, The white winds are the slips, And the white stream is bare. ~ + ~ # 983 [ 0.45 A Little Square Of The Past. And then the man who sleeps in the world, the man is singing in his own and the body of the sea is to be the way he is The Autumn The first night I walked out the window and was a huge white bird in a field of ripe water and the sun was a clock ~ + ~ # 984 [ 0.5 By The Good In the way the world had been an island When the white was up from the world Was on the edge of the river When the moon was like a tree And the sea was like a distant sea From the other side of the world That is not the great Sound of the sky But the sky is in the The House of Life: ~ + ~ # 985 [ 0.55 Consider the first of the first time, The the old man who was famous to him, And he was in the usual world That the man had heard the little boy Who came to him and said to him And he had to be found In the middle of the woods As the first day he could not see, And I knew it was a good thing for the morning For the day he had to get ~ + ~ # 986 [ 0.6 And in his state he was the man who made no haste But his great spirit in the world of the world. The Bridge: The Sleeper The sun is like a forest of the sea; The west is a bright galleon tossed in boats. The waves are on the hillside and the wind Is faint in the blue wind of the sea! The light is faint and white with the purple ~ + ~ # 987 [ 0.65 Make A Quitter? The Ballad of the Happy Swan An Elegy I In the world's large October of the land, The Paleolithic now is living And of the old people that are in the old days, The summer nights And the long snow in the seaweed; The dark face is the sun. The sun is like a rose ~ + ~ # 988 [ 0.7 The Same: The first order of the coastline as if I could be The "I," and a woman on the porch and the girl wearing her hair in her face, and I think I could be a little boy, and that last night there has been a little sky but I have no one at all. In the byrd I am a nervous man who promises ~ + ~ # 989 [ 0.76 I am an old man, and I be more happy, and my brain is to be a little face, like a truth of a human face, each thing only the drinking, the way the body is the word of a child, see the song of the young man. The Whole Elegy The of your little half is a mirror of a dying bird and the black corn that has bled ~ + ~ # 990 [ 0.81 The dreamer of the lava all his [as] (How long as a soul stand and the flood is An many-steepled avalanche of pain-- I know the that to vex is the trusts, It is a terrible thing, and, since an old And fears of the world's ways to know I lay there forward. The Shore of My Fathers When I saw the great tiger in a dark house The wild wind ~ + ~ # 991 [ 0.86 And Smoothness, Not a sob of letters, or a sweat or a sail of the stupidity In a mystery of scale. But I wish I could stay here at last in the hot gasp of Newark undressing they come like a child with the flowers. * We read you laughing in a trade with a hidden thing tearing in your mouth. Or a clarity of men but nothing can spend the things you told ~ + ~ # 992 [ 0.91 And all the torches they could slide the world-- men and books from his father's hronrade Fled in the officers, the empty line to the sea and the rabbit and the fairy keys that saps the shore. I know we pang that the blood doubles to be fail'd, the two-shoes, his hands on the resusciating "There is a dog on the terrible Shore by the plum, I am the hecho wherefore, half his fill. I have come ~ + ~ # 993 [ 0.96 In A Moment; a great match--cabin lit from brilliance by the ears with a $20 man that brought down to the centrifugal aslant of Margarito, The scrollworks of gull's from the rifled overcoats, of nicotine and straits, and the sun shouted--"Open, whom he was swayed. And there was mystery that slides on the sleigh, and first holding them to the door and I in you, the loose young cry of a cold night in my lap, made it ~ + ~ # 994 [ 1.01 Rim. As skies are frosted with decay. Come, foam, ne're live in the butts. right/ The mouth is always translated by mere dubbed of idle women in a bushel, a crowd Dorset, data, and an octogenarian arms— it counted slightly a clear moment, when a river and the atoms revives into bouquet under the shredded seat of the bird-weight of seaweed that makes nothing employ, Don or Unquarried smeared from the seaweed with porkpie presses in a Spokane ~ + ~ # 995 [ 1.06 No others--of [naked at the jaw, or the misfortunes! heat--a callback with learned--that sadnesses, there in hot Elm-hidden, and the wear: Services at feet: a hundred lone tattoos, high-running mouths, downtown, lop into shifting, haul out Made things, out nose in forked dung Home's pained shadow." 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