#Americans
The white fog creeps from the cold… Over the pale grey tumbled towers, And settles among the roofs, the p… Along damp sinuous streets it craw… Curls like a dream among the motio…
The first bell is silver, And breathing darkness I think on… The second bell is crimson, And I think of a holiday night, w… Furrowing the sky with red, and a…
Red is the color of blood, and I… I have sought it in the grass. It is the color of steep sun seen… It is hidden under the suave flesh… Flows there, quietly flows.
Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal… Wrapped and spiced by the cunninge… Around her neck they have put a go… Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn… Dead Cleopatra was once revered i…
Now the great wheel of darkness an… Whirs and whirls in the heavens wi… Against the ice-white wall of ligh… Skeleton trees bow down in a strea… Leaves, black leaves and smoke, ar…
No, I shall not say why it is tha… Why do you ask me, save for vanity… Surely you would not have me, like… Say ‘yes,—your hair curls darkly b… Your mouth has a humorous, tremulo…
Music I heard with you was more t… And bread I broke with you was mo… Now that I am without you, all is… All that was once so beautiful is… Your hands once touched this table…
It is a shabby backdrop of bright… one of the small interstices of ti… the worn out north star northward,… to westward spread in ruined light… the other stars disposed,—or indis…
In the mazes of loitering people,… The shadows of tree-trunks and sha… In the drowse of the sunlight, amo… I suddenly face you, Your dark eyes return for a space…
Beloved, let us once more praise t… Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and b… The rain, the chickweed, and the b… The green-white privet flower, the…
These hills are sandy. Trees are… Caw dismally in skies of an arid b… Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yel… Lights on the long brown slopes a… Dew as heavy as rain; the rabbit t…
I shall grow calm in a little whil… But now, youth yearns in me to lau… Cruel as cinematograph I show life up to you... and smile… I shall be calm in a little space,…
We will go no more to Shaemus, at… for sly innuendo and an Oporto Fl… the rough but tender voice, the wi… the steady-unsteady hand that pour… memory, that flew back years to fi…
The house in Broad Street, red br… the weedgrown graveyard with its r… the jail from which imprisoned fac… at stiff palmettos flashing in the… the engine-house, with engines, an…
Grasshopper grasshopper all day long we hear your scraping summer song
