#AmericanWriters
Even in the time when as yet I had no certain knowledge of her She sprang from the nest, a young… Whose first flight circled the for… I know now how then she showed me
School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the stre… to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold
Oh strong—ridged and deeply hollow… nose of mine! what will you not be… What tactless asses we are, you an… always indiscriminate, always unas… and now it is the souring flowers…
I will teach you my towns… how to perform a funeral… for you have it over a tr… of artists— unless one should scour t…
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line
Men with picked voices chant the n… of cities in a huge gallery: promi… that pull through descending stair… to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet
My wife’s new pink slippers have gay pompons. There is not a spot or a stain on their satin toes or their sides… All night they lie together
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
Among of green stiff old
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
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...
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
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…
This is a schoolyard crowded with children of all ages near a village on a small stream