Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagara Falls) that my poems are competing.
n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.
-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.