INDEX OF FIRST LINES A B C D F I J A chimney, breathing a little smoke A light from the ceiling is swinging outside on Forty-second Street traffic is zinging A veil of haze protects this A violet hush: and sunbursts All that we see is penetrated by it— Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Among the silvery, the dulled sparkling mica lights of tar roofs Among white lilac trusses, green-gold spaces of sunlit grass And is it stamina And now the splendor of your work is here As Parmigianino did it, the right hand At last you are tired of being single At night Chinamen jump At the Poem Society a black-haired man stands up to say 144 161 149 80 201 101 13 169 163 175 171 81 31 6 111 Barely tolerated, living on the margin beside me in this garden Books litter the bed City of eternal flowers Darkness falls like a wet sponge Entraining to Southampton in the parlor car with Jap and Vincent, I Flaming From behind he takes her waist from the Frick. The weather Here I am at my desk. The How do you like the music of Adolph How funny you are today New York 73 188 174 142 57 41 140 50 201 10 51 46 209