#Americans #Modernism #Couplet #FreeVerse
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
In Brueghel’s great picture, The… the dancers go round, they go roun… around, the squeal and the blare a… tweedle of bagpipes, a bugle and f… tipping their bellies (round as th…
Little round moon up there—wait awhile—do not walk so quickly. I could sing you a song—: Wine clear the sky is and the stars no bigger than sparks! Wait for me and next winter we’ll bui...
It is a satisfaction a joy to have one of those in the house. when she takes a bath
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derisi… outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
According to Brueghel when Icarus fell it was spring a farmer was ploughing his field
This horrible but superb painting the parable of the blind without a red in the composition shows a group of beggars leading
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…
You say love is this, love is that… Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip— branches drifting apart. Hagh!
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
Her body is not so white as anemone petals nor so smooth—nor so remote a thing. It is a field of the wild carrot taking thefield by force; the grass
