She sits with

without a redin the composition shows a groupof beggars leadingeach other diagonally downwardacross the canvasfrom one sideto stumble finally into a bogwhere the pictureand the composition ends backof which no seeing manis represented the unshavenfeatures of the des-titute with their fewpitiful possessions a basinto wash in a peasantcottage is seen and a church spirethe faces…

——————To each age as to each person its perfections. But in these things there is a kind of revolutionary sequence. So that a man having lain at ease here and advanced there as time progresses the order of these things becomes inverted. Thinking to have brought all to one level the man finds his foot…

and the writingbe of words, slow and quick, sharpto strike, quiet to wait,sleepless.— through metaphor to reconcilethe people and the stones.Compose. (No ideasbut in things) Invent!Saxifrage is my flower that splitsthe rocks.

flecked and splashed and woundwith color. The crimson phalloiof the sassafras leaveshang crowded before mein shoals on the heavy branches.When I reach my doorstepI am greeted bythe happy shrieks of my childrenand my heart sinks.I am crushed.Are not my children as dear to meas falling leaves ormust one become stupidto grow older?It seems much as…

——————In middle life the mind passes to a variegated October. This is the time youth in its faulty aspirations has set for the achievement of great summits. But having attained the mountain top one is not snatched into a cloud but the descent proffers its blandishments quite as a matter of course. At this the…

gone on foreverhe floatedat and sangand when he emerged from thatone hundred eight minutes offthe surface ofthe earth he was smiling.Then he returnedto take his placeamong the rest of usfrom all that division andsubtraction a measureto and heelheel and toe he feltas if he hadbeen dancing