#Americans #Modernism
As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right
When the snow falls the flakes spi… that concerns them most intimately two and two to make a dance the mind dances with itself, taking you by the hand,
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set fire to it in the back yard.
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
This is a slight stiff dance to a waking baby whose arms have been lying curled back above his head upon the pillow, making a flower—the eyes closed. Dead to the world! Waking is a...
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
