they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living

-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers

(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)