Threehundredthirtyfive

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the...


Threehundredthirtythree

But what have I, but what have I, my friend, To give you, what can you...


Threehundredthirtyone

Blond hair like a clown’s The music floats—drowns The creaking of...


Threehundredthirty

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling...