Something threw a bird into my line of vision.
poverty and suffering ennoble only when they are voluntary
people are multiplying their wants
Thank God you didn(o)t make it home with me
My urge must have intolerate your breath
hair as it was held up and out not earnestly
Youth’s flagrant mole youth’s blank embroidery
Put a flower on this
that I might be as they
sight of the Egyptian punt in green water
from below
Egyptian punt seen from below
pump out the reservoir reveals
the scattered bodies were not there before
here and there in the ocean waste, a swimmer’s seen
violin-fault errs to news
Can make no head against being material
The body is her stay (he dips a little musical)
brain, spleen, myrach, hypochondries
too hot too cold the brain (a miseryrhyme for the moon)
bad diet bad air retention of abundant seed
some sleep some laugh in lavender or rosemary
the interrupt these that lean appall confound me
another dares no bridge come near a pond intent to hurt him
rock, steephill, for fear he will precipitate himself
something unfit to be said pensive without cause
an agony for toys a barking dog this feral plague
molested if they speak small compliment complaint
they do I do and by-and-by repent
upon a spoken word a thousand dangers and discouragement
some broken property torments
content without estates
and yet desirous to a state
hare sitting in her form attempts
contriving potentates
