Twohundredfifteen

The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor’s drunken soldiery...


Twohundredthirteen

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless...


Twohundredeleven

The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the...


Twohundrednine

The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of...