#AmericanWriters
The long resounding marble corrido… shining parlors with shining women… them. The French room, with its gilt an… under plump little tumbling painte…
Through the red dusk of war they f… From Shiloh to the sea. Black fumes from shattered bolts t… Withered the colors three, And crimson rains made sombre stai…
Go sleep, my sweetie—rest—rest! Oh soft little hand on mother’s br… Oh soft little lips—the din’s mos’… Over and done, my dearie one! What do I think, my brother? Look…
Dear Wanderer— The sky is gray, With flecks of blue The clouds rush over. A bird is singing
The blue sea bends to the ship Like a dancer with skirts of lace— Wide diaphanous laces that curl an… In the ardent wind’s embrace. Little rainbows dash at the play
There is a legend—you have read it… Of a fair page whom evil spells Held in deep sleep; and men of cre… Tried all in vain, the story tells… Week after week, by night and noon…
I LOVE my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.
To the world-wanderer Samarkand i… The broad Pacific but a narrow st… To him old China at the Asian gat… A neighbor is, an elder brother de… Toward savage coasts he dares his…
The Fisk Street turbine power sta… The invisible wheels go softly rou… Light is the tread of brazen-foote… Spirits of air, caged in the iron… Sing as they labor with a purring…
WASHINGTON WHEN dreaming kings, at odds wit… Would strike that banner down, A nobler knight than ever writ or… With fame’s bright wreath did crow…
My little one, sleep softly Among the toys and flowers. Sleep softly, O my first-born son… Through all the long dark hours. And if you waken far away
A Live-oak grows by the shallow s… Rest under its boughs, I pray, And hear of the pirate—bold was he… And the lady he stole away. He was a black-browed buccaneer,
What am I? I am Earth the mother… With all her nebulous memories; And the young Day, and Night her… And every god that was and is. As Eve I walked in paradise,
I love my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.
So light and soft the days fall— Like petals one by one Down from yon tree whose flowers a… Must vanish in the sun. Like almond-petals down, dear,