A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.

Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.

You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing.

We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.

Life is the elimination of what is dead.

In European thought in general, as contrasted with American, vigor, life and originality have a kind of easy, professional utterance. American -- on the other hand, is expressed in an eager amateurish way. A European gives a sense of scope, of survey, of consideration. An American is strained, sensational. One is artistic gold; the other is bullion.

The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.