#Americans #Modernism #Couplet #FreeVerse
a burst of iris so that come down for breakfast we searched through the rooms for
Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait,
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen… the baby hard to find a father for… What will the good Father in Heav… to the local judge if he do not so… A little two-pointed smile and—pou…
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed to one, Passion 'tis and pain which ming… Glist’ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity
The grass is very green, my friend… and tousled, like the head of —— your grandson, yes? And the mounta… the mountain we climbed twenty years since for the last
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...
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
When over the flowery, sharp pastu… edge, unseen, the salt ocean lifts its form—chicory and daisies tied, released, seem hardly flower… but color and the movement—or the…
I gotta buy me a new girdle. (I’ll buy you one) O.K.
What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love
Flowers through the window lavender and yellow changed by white curtains— Smell of cleanliness— Sunshine of late afternoon—
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen!
