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| Tulips and Chimneys (1923) | |
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| Thy fingers make early flowers of | |
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| All in green went my love riding | |
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| When god lets my body be | |
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| In Just-- | |
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| O sweet spontaneous | |
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| Buffalo Bill's | |
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| The Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls | |
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| It may not always be so; and i say | |
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| & {And} (1925) | |
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| Suppose | |
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| Raise the shade | |
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| Here is little Effie's head | |
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| Spring is like a perhaps hand | |
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| Who knows if the moon's | |
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| I like my body when it is with your | |
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| XLI Poems (1925) | |
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| Little tree | |
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| Humanity i love you | |
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| Is 5 (1926) | |
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| Poem, or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinal | |
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| Nobody loses all the time | |
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| Mr youse needn't be so spry | |
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| She being Brand | |
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| Memorabilia | |
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| A man who had fallen among thieves | |
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| Voices to voices, lip to lip | |
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| "Next to of course god america i | |
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| My sweet old etcetera | |
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| Here's a little mouse) and | |
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| In spite of everything | |
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| Since feeling is first | |
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| If i have made, my lady, intricate | |
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| W {ViVa} (1931) | |
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| I sing of Olaf glad and big | |
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| If there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have | |
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| A light Out) | |
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| A clown s smirk in the skull of a baboon | |
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| If i love You | |
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| Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond | |
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| But if a living dance upon dead minds | |
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| No thanks (1935) | |
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| Sonnet entitled how to run the world) | |
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| May i feel said he | |
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| Little joe gould has lost his teeth and doesn't know where | |
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| Kumrads die because they're told) | |
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| Conceive a man, should he have anything | |
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| Here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap | |
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| What a proud dreamhorse pulling (smoothloomingly) through | |
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| Jehovah buried. Satan dead | |
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| This mind made war | |
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| Love's function is to fabricate unknownness | |
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| Death (having lost) put on his universe | |
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| New Poems {from Collected Poems} (1938) | |
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| Kind) | |
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| (Of Ever-Ever Land i speak | |
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| This little bride & groom are | |
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| My specialty is living said | |
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| If i | |
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| May my heart always be open to little | |
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| You shall above all things be glad and young | |
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| 50 Poems (1940) | |
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| Flotsam and jetsam | |
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| Spoke joe to jack | |
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| Red-rag and pink-flag | |
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| Proud of his scientific attitude | |
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| A pretty a day | |
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| As freedom is a breakfastfood | |
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| Anyone lived in a pretty how town | |
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| My father moved through dooms of love | |
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| I say no world | |
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| These children singing in stone a | |
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| Love is the every only god | |
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| Love is more thicker than forget | |
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| Hate blows a bubble of despair into | |
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| What freedom's not some under's mere above | |
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| 1 x 1 {One Times One} (1944) | |
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| Of all the blessings which to man | |
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| A salesman is an it that stinks Excuse | |
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| A politician is an arse upon | |
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| Plato told | |
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| Pity this busy monster, manunkind | |
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| One's not half two. It's two are halves of one | |
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| What if a much of a which of a wind | |
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| No man, if men are gods; but if gods must | |
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| When god decided to invent | |
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| Rain or hail | |
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| Let it go--the | |
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| Nothing false and possible is love | |
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| Except in your | |
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| True lovers in each happening of their hearts | |
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| Yes is a pleasant country | |
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| All ignorance toboggans into know | |
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| Darling! because my blood can sing | |
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| "Sweet spring is your | |
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| O by the by | |
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| If everything happens that can't be done | |
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| Xaipe (1950) | |
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| When serpents bargain for the right to squirm | |
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| If a cheerfulest Elephantangelchild should sit | |
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| O to be in finland | |
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| No time ago | |
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| To start, to hesitate; to stop | |
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| If (touched by love's own secret) we, like homing | |
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| I thank You God for most this amazing | |
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| The great advantage of being alive | |
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| When faces called flowers float out of the ground | |
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| Love our so right | |
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| Now all the fingers of this tree (darling) have | |
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| Luminous tendril of celestial wish | |